Vict'ry in Our Hands

All around this miserable place,
    The voices of the sad rise up.
The sorrowful eyes of every race,
    Pray for love to fill their cup.

The songs of the wicked fill the air,
    The words a harsh medley of sin.
All Christians hang their heads in despair,
    They feel as though they cannot win.

We forgot who it is that gives strength.
    Evil men try to make us weak.
God's only love will save us in length,
    Even though the trials may peak.

The sages and heroes of our past,
    Those who have fought wars for our peace.
All died so that we, the young, might last.
    In our foolishness that did cease.

Only God can save us in these times,
    When all our hearts start to tremble.
To the safety of Christ man's heart climbs,
    Christ makes all souls reassemble.

All around this melancholy place,
    The voices of the young rise up.
The hope of Jesus Christ fills each face,
    With vict'ry in our hands, we sup.