Be the Victor in This Hour

8-14-26

 

When my heart is bleeding from wounds

And my soul is sore distressed

I fly to Thee, my Strong Refuge

Where every comer finds rest.

 

I can't contain the hurts and pain—

Like poison they swell within

Oh take them all, my Loving Lord

Before bitterness roots in.

 

I want to rise above the storm

Of all ill thoughts, grief, and strife

And ride upon the Tireless wings

Of Thy soul-sustaining Life.

 

Oh be the Victor in this hour

Take possession of my mind

That what's allowed to remain there

Be thoughts that are sweet and kind.

 

Heather Rausch

 

Ephesians 4:32

2 Corinthians 10:5

Hebrews 12:15