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Thou Art My Victory

Avis B. Christiansen

I prayed for help, I prayed for strength,

I prayed for victory:

I prayed for patience and for love,

For true humility

But as I prayed, my dying Christ

By faith I seemed to see,

And as I gazed my glad heart cried,

"All things are mine, thro' Thee!"

If He doth dwell within my heart,

Why need I strength to implore?

The Giver of all grace is mine,

And shall I ask for more?

And need I pray for victory,

When He who conquered death

Dwells in my very inmost soul,

Nearer indeed than breath?

Oh help me, Lord, to realize

That Thou are all in all;

That I am more than conqueror

In great things and in small

No need have I but Thou hast met

Upon the cruel tree.

Oh precious, dying, risen Lord,
Thou are my victory!