By A Collection of Hymns

      7s & 6s.
      1 O MY old, my bosom foe,
      Rejoice not over me!
      Oft-times thou hast laid me low,
      And wounded mortally;
      Yet thy prey thou couldst not keep;
      Jesus, when I lowest fell,
      Heard me cry out of the deep,
      And brought me up from hell.

      2 Foolish world, thy shouts forbear;
      Till thou hast won the day;
      Could thy wisdom keep me there,
      When in thy hands I lay?
      If my heart to thee incline,
      Christ again shall set it free;
      I am his, and he is mine
      To all eternity.

      3 Satan, cease thy empty boast,
      And give thy triumphs o'er;
      Still thou seest I am not lost,
      While Jesus can restore,
      Though through thy deceit I fall,
      Surely I shall rise again,
      Christ my King is over all,
      And I with him shall reign.

      4 O my three-fold enemy,
      To whom I long did bow,
      See Your lawful captive, see,
      No more your captive now!
      Now before my face ye fly;
      More than conqueror now I am;
      Sin, the world, and hell defy,
      In Jesu's powerful name.