I Hear The Accuser Roar

“I Hear the Accuser Roar”

by Samuel Whitlock Gandy

I hear the accuser roar,

Of ills that I have done;

I know them well, and thousand more;

Jehovah findeth none.

Sin, Satan, Death, press near

To harass and appal;

Let but my risen Lord appear,

Backward they go and fall.

Before, behind, around,

They set their fierce array

To fight and force me from my ground

Along Immanuel’s way.

I meet them face to face,

Through Jesus’ conquest blest;

march is the triumphant of His grace,

Right onward to my rest.

There, in His book I bear

A more than conq’ror’s name,

A soldier, son, and fellow-heir,

Who fought and overcame.

His be the Victor’s name

Who fought our fight alone:

Triumphant saints no honour claim,

Their conquest was His own.

By weakness and defeat

He won the meed and crown;

Trod all our foes beneath His feet

By being trodden down.

He hell in hell laid low;

Made sin, He sins o’erthrew;

Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so,

And death, by dying, slew.

Bless, bless the Conq’ror slain!

Slain in His victory!

Who lived, who died, who lives again,

For thee, His Church, for thee! 

Paul Morris

Husband, Father, Soldier, Student, Entrepreneur, Follower of the Lord Jesus Christ.