By A Collection of Hymns

      7s & 6s. Luke xviii. 1 - 8.
      1 JESUS, thou hast bid us pray,
      Pray always, and not faint;
      With the word a power convey
      To utter our complaint;
      Quiet shalt thou never know,
      Till we from sin are fully freed;
      O avenge us of our foe,
      And bruise the Serpent's head!

      2 We have now begun to cry,
      And we will never end,
      Till we find salvation nigh,
      And grasp the sinner's friend;
      Day and night we'll speak our woe,
      With thee importunately plead,
      O avenge us of our foe,
      And bruise the Serpent's head!

      3 Speak the word, and we shall be
      From all our bands released,
      Only thou canst set us free,
      By Satan long oppressed;
      Now thy power almighty show,
      Arise, the woman's conquering Seed!
      O avenge us of our foe,
      And bruise the Serpent's head!

      4 To destroy his work of sin,
      Thyself in us reveal;
      Manifest thyself within
      Our flesh, and fully dwell
      With us, in us, here below;
      Enter, and make us free indeed;
      O avenge us of our foe,
      And bruise the Serpent's head.

      5 Stronger than the strong man, thou
      His fury canst control:
      Cast him out, by entering now,
      And keep our ransomed soul;
      Satan's kingdom overthrow,
      On all the powers of darkness tread;
      O avenge us of our foe,
      And bruise the Serpent's head!

      6 To the never-ceasing cries
      Of thine elect attend;
      Send deliverance from the skies,
      The mighty Spirit send:
      Though to man thou seemest slow,
      Our cries thou seemest not to heed,
      O avenge us of our foe,
      And bruise the Serpent's head!

      7 Come, O come, all-glorious Lord!
      No longer now delay;
      With thy Spirit's two-edged sword
      The crooked Serpent slay!
      Bare thine arm, and give the blow,
      Root out and kill the hellish seed,
      O avenge us of our foe,
      And bruise the Serpent's head!

      8 Jesus, hear thy Spirit's call,
      Thy bride, who bids thee come;
      Come, thou righteous Judge of all,
      Pronounce the Tempter's doom:
      Doom him to infernal woe,
      For him and for his angels made;
      Now avenge us of our foe,
      For ever bruise his head!