In the Conqueror’s Name

In the Conqueror’s Name

Midst the ripened harvest, I heard Jesus say,

“Who will be my reapers? Who will go today?”

Loving well my Saviour— loving, too, the lost—

To His call I yielded, counting not the cost.

Oh, the joy of serving, reaching precious souls,

Blissfully fulfilling all my dreams and goals!

Suddenly a foe loomed fiercely overhead!

Visions of the conquest filled my soul with dread:

Merciless attacker, swinging hatred’s sword,

Baselessly accusing those who love the Lord!

How could I, a reaper (more sincere than brave),

Hope to fight the weapons ruthless foes would have?

Drained of strength and courage, I sought shelter near.

Helplessly I cowered, paralyzed by fear.

Then the Lord of Harvest to my side drew nigh—

Dressed in Captain’s armour, sword upon His thigh!

“Do not fear their threat’nings—Am I not THE LORD?

They who know Me trust Me. Hide, then, in My Word!

Through the fiercest battle, in this truth abide:

Theirs is certain vict’ry who are on My side!”

Shall I like a starling seek a safe retreat?

Shall I close my heart to fields of ripened wheat?

God is in His temple! Let not fear remain!

I go forth to harvest in the Conqueror’s Name!

May God give you courage and strength as you labor for Him!

In the Lord put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? The Lord is in his holy temple, the Lord’s throne is in heaven.” Psalm 11:1- 4a

The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous runneth into it and is safe. Proverbs 18:10

Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies: for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty. I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in Him, and I am helped. Psalm 27:12-13, 28:7a

There is no king saved by the multitude of an host: a mighty man is not delivered by much strength. An horse is a vain thing for safety: neither shall he deliver any by his great strength. Behold, the eye of the Lord is upon them that fear Him, upon them that hope in His mercy; To deliver their soul from death, and to keep them alive in famine. The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear Him, and delivereth them.