By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M. SECOND PART
      1 ANGELS your march oppose,
      Who still in strength excel,
      Your secret, sworn, eternal foes,
      Countless, invisible.
      With rage that never ends
      Their hellish arts they try;
      Legions of dire malicious fiends,
      And spirits enthroned on high.

      2 On earth the usurpers reign,
      Exert their baneful power,
      O'er the poor fallen sons of men
      They tyrannize their hour:
      But shall believers fear?
      But shall believers fly?
      Or see the bloody cross appear,
      And all their power defy?

      3 Jesu's tremendous name
      Puts all our foes to flight:
      Jesus, the meek, the angry Lamb,
      A Lion is in fight.
      By all hells host withstood,
      We all hells host o'erthrow;
      And conquering them, through Jesu's blood,
      We still to conquer go.

      4 Our Captain leads us on;
      He beckons from the skies,
      And reaches out a starry crown,
      And bids us take the prize:
      "Be faithful unto death;
      Partake my victory;
      And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath.
      And thou shalt reign with me."