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Text Based On Acts Chapter 9
And he said, Who art thou, Lord?
And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom
thou persecutest: it is hard for
thee to kick against the pricks.
We Sing The Glorious Conquest
We sing the glorious conquest,
Before Damascus gate,
When Saul, the Church's spoiler,
Came breathing threats and hate;
The rav'ning wolf rushed forward
Full early to the prey;
But lo! the Shepherd met him,
And bound him fast today.
O glory most excelling
That smote across his path!
O light that pierced and blinded
The zealot in his wrath!
O voice that spake within him
The calm, reproving word!
O love that sought and held him
The bondman of his Lord!
O Wisdom ord'ring all things
In order strong and sweet,
What nobler spoil was ever
Cast at the Victor's feet?
What wiser master builder
Ever wrought at Thine employ
Than he, till now so furious
Thy building to destroy?
Lord, teach thy Church the lesson,
Still in her darkest hour
Of weakness and of danger,
To trust Thy hidden power;
Thy grace by ways mysterious
The wrath of man can bind,
And in Thy boldest foeman
Thy chosen saint can find.
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