Alas! Elisha's servant cried


 * Alas! Elisha's servant cried,
 * When he the Syrian army spied,
 * But he was soon released from care,
 * In answer to the prophet's prayer.


 * Straitway he saw, with other eyes,
 * A greater army from the skies;
 * A fiery guard around the hill,
 * Thus are the saints preserved still.


 * When Satan and his host appear,
 * Like him of old, I faint and fear;
 * Like him, by faith, with joy I see,
 * A greater host engaged for me.


 * The saints espouse my cause by prayer,
 * The angels make my soul their care;
 * Mine is the promise sealed with blood,
 * And Jesus lives to make it good.