1  Jesus triumphant when the storm-clouds break,

    And the loud thunder bids the soul awake;

    When biting blasts lay earthly projects low,

    And one by one the fondest treasures go.

 2  Jesus triumphant, through the fleeting years;

    Jesus triumphant, spite of blinding tears;

    High over all, to hear Thy loving voice,

    Which bids the heart look upward and rejoice.

 3  Jesus triumphant, when in work for Thee,

    Sad and disheartened, no results we see;

    When gathered force of evil seems to win,

    And work for Christ seems lost in work of sin.

 4  Jesus triumphant all along the line;

    Triumphant Savior, all Thy triumph mine;

    For since I am a partner in Thy love,

    My life on earth is lived through Thee above.

 5  Jesus triumphant when the spirit wings

    Onward and upward to the King of kings;

    And through the last great triumph of Thy grace

    Triumphant saints shall see Thee face to face.