Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749), Hymn 20

My Saviour and King,
Thy conquest I sing;
Goliath is slain with a stone and a sling.
Thine arm did o'erthrow,
And laid my sin low,
And now in Thy strength I can tread on the foe.
The world and its god
Are more than subdued;
I have faith, O my Lamb, I have faith in Thy blood.
Thy blood makes us clean
Both without and within,
It conquers the world, and the devil, and sin.
By the blood of the Lamb
The martyrs o'ercame;
And its virtue is now, and for ever the same.
It washes the foul,
It makes the sick whole,
And hallows, and perfects the penitent soul.
I felt it applied,
The life-giving tide
Hath brought me to God, and in God I abide.

I shall feel it again
Washing out the old stain:
Then away with your spots, for not one shall remain!

My Lord from above
Shall the mountain remove,
And I then shall be spotless, and perfect in love