His be the Victor's Name Who fought the fight alone; Triumphant saints no honor claim; Their conquest was His own. By weakness and defeat He won the reed and crown; Trod all the foes beneath His feet By being trodden down. He hell in hell laid low; Made sin, He sin o'erthrew; Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so, And death, by dying, slew. What tho' the'accuser roar Of ills that I have done; I know them well, and thousands more; Jehovah findeth none. Bless, bless the Conqu'ror slain, Slain by divine decree! Who lived, who died, who lives again, For thee, my soul, for thee.