More Than Conquerors

Through the cleans­ing blood of the dy­ing Lamb

Through the pow­er of grace and the pre­cious name

Through the light that beams from the Morn­ing Star

More than con­quer­ors

con­quer­ors we are.

More than con­quer­ors

more than con­quer­ors

Through the cleans­ing blood of the dy­ing Lamb

More than con­quer­ors! more than con­quer­ors

Through the pow’r of grace and the pre­cious name.

Who shall sev­er us from the Sav­ior’s love

Or shall blot our names from Life’s book above?

Neither pre­sent things

nor the things to come

Shall de­feat our souls of the heav’n­ly home.

More than con­quer­ors! There our cap­tain stands

While our names are grav­en up­on His hands;

Though the pow­ers of dark­ness against us frown

We shall win the fight

and shall wear the crown.