Angels Your March Oppose

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? Jesus’ tremendous Name Puts all our foes to flight: Jesus, the meek, the angry Lamb, A Lion is in fight. By all hell’s host withstood, We all hell’s host o’erthrow; And conquering them, through Jesus’ 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.”