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1ANGELS 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.
2On 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
3Jesu'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.
4Our 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."
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