ANGELS your march oppose, Who still in strength excel, Your secret, sworn,...

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.

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?

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.

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."