Thou Art My Victory
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 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 art all in all;
That I am more than conquerer
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!
--Avis B. Christiansen
