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Ought here avails our Strength or Deed;

We presently must be destroy'd.

But for us fights a Man indeed;

A Champion bold, th' Elect of God.

Does any ask, who is't?

His Name is Jesus Christ;

The Lord of Hosts Divine:

We'll to none else incline.

He, He sustains the Inroad.

And should we thousand Divels see,

Just ready us to Swallow,

We would not doubt the Victory:

The Day is ours we surely know

The Prince of this World vain,

With al his Might and Main,

Can do no Injury.

For Judg'd himself is he.

One little VVord can him o'rethrow.

They shall not shake God's Stable Word.

And this we shall not thank 'em for.

He keeps the Field with Flaming Sword

Of his own Spirit's Victorious Power:

And tho' they Rob of Life,

Goods, Honour, Child or Wife;

To them no Gain 'twill be;

We'll ftand Resign'd and free:

The Kingdom's left still at the Door