Christ My Song - 967
Hark! what voice of love is speaking - More than Conqueror
(Charlotte Elliott/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
More than Conqueror.
"We are more than conquerors through him who hath loved us." (Romans 8,37)
1. Hark! what voice of love is speaking
'mid these throes of pain and death?
Light upon my soul is breaking
e'en while struggling thus for breath;
welcome, then this dying anguish,
these cold dews that steep my brow!
That blessed hour for which I languish
cannot be far distant now!
2. All my outward senses, failing,
par me from terrestrial things;
but my soul, new life inhaling,
fluttering, striving, spreads her wings;
ye, who tenderest watch are keeping –
though these hours seem dark indeed –
think, while o'er my sufferings weeping,
thus th' imprisoned soul is freed.
3. Be the prison bars demolished!
King of terrors, break them down!
But, thy further power abolished,
Christ thy conqueror thou must own:
He is with me, he is near me!
He thy every stroke directs!
His belovèd accents cheer me,
he the soul he saved protects!
4. Lord, thou comest to receive me!
Oh, what faithfulness is thine!
Now, when every friend must leave me,
come to be for ever mine!
Lo! the beatific vision
breaks on my enraptured sight!
Weighed with this divine fruition
even the pangs of death seem light!
Charlotte Elliott, Selections from the Poems of Charlotte Elliott, 235-236.