Scripture Verse

The Lion of the tribe of Judah. Revelation 5:5


Words: Hen­ry Q. Wil­son, in Wa­ters’ Cho­ral Harp (New York: Hor­ace Wa­ters, 1863), pag­es 36–37.

Music: Kai­ros Hen­ry Tuck­er, 1863 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Wil­son or Tuck­er (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Twas Je­sus, my Sav­ior, who died on the tree,
To open a foun­tain for sin­ners like me;
His blood is that foun­tain which par­don be­stows,
And cleans­es the foul­est wher­ev­er it flows.


For the Li­on of Ju­dah shall break ev­ery chain,
And give us the vic­tory, again and again.

And when I was will­ing with all things to part,
He gave me His bless­ing, His love in my heart;
So now I am joined with the con­quer­ing band
Who are march­ing to glo­ry at Je­sus’ com­mand.


Tho’ round me the storms of ad­ver­si­ty roll,
And the waves of des­truct­ion en­com­pass my soul;
In vain this frail ves­sel the tem­pest shall toss—
My hope is se­cure through the blood of the cross.


And when with the ran­somed, by Je­sus, my head,
From foun­tain to foun­tain I then shall be led;
I’ll fall at His feet and His mer­cy ad­ore,
And sing hal­le­lu­jah to God ev­er­more.