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Through the cleansing blood
of the dying Lamb,
Through the pow’r of grace
and the precious Name,
Through the light that beams
from the Morning Star,
More than conquerors,
conquerors we are.
More than conquerors,
more than conquerors,
Through the cleansing blood
of the dying Lamb,
More than conquerors!
more than conquerors,
Through the pow’r of grace
and the precious Name.
Who shall sever us
from the Savior’s love,
Or shall blot our names
from Life’s book above?
Neither present things,
nor the things to come,
Shall defeat our souls
of the heav’nly home.
More than conquerors,
more than conquerors,
Through the cleansing blood
of the dying Lamb,
More than conquerors!
more than conquerors,
Through the pow’r of grace
and the precious Name.
More than conquerors!
There our Captain stands,
While our names are graven
upon His hands;
Though the pow’rs of darkness
against us frown,
We shall win the fight,
and shall wear the crown.
More than conquerors,
more than conquerors,
Through the cleansing blood
of the dying Lamb,
More than conquerors!
more than conquerors,
Through the pow’r of grace
and the precious Name.
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10 10 10 10 and refrain
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Rm 8:37;
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MORE THAN CONQUERORS
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10 10 10 10 and refrain
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