CONQUEST.
As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us.—Romans, viii. 36, 37.
And I saw, and behold a white horse; and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him; and he went forth conquering and to conquer.—Revelations, vi. 2.
The conquered also, and enslaved by war,
Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose,
And fear of God.
Milton.
Well then, my soul, joy in the midst of pain;
Thy Christ, that conquered hell, shall from above
With greater triumph yet return again,
And conquer his own justice with his love—
Commanding earth and seas to render those
Unto His bliss, for whom He paid His woes.
Henry Wotton.
Strange conquest, when the conqueror must die,
And he is slain who wins the victory,
And yet another conquest he must gain,
Or all our faith and highest hopes are vain.
Anon.
He on whose eyes sweet light revealed hath been,
He on whose ears the mysteries of sound,
The lame who now can walk, he who hath seen
The gate of death and he whom death hath bound,
Rejoice aloud—a choral company!
And had they not, the stones from out the ground
Witness of Him, whom Patriarchs longed to see,
Had borne; such was the aspiration then,
The rapture and procession. And lo, He
Went like a conqueror on his way, while men
Cowered as before a God.
J. A. Heraud.
To Thee, who dying, conquerest, all hail!
Son of the virgin! Hero of the blest!
Over the gates of death and hell prevail;
Warrior who hast alone the wine-press trod.
J. A. Heraud.