Isaac Watts · 465 of 724

Hymn 107

Deceived by subtle snares of hell, Adam, our head, our father, fell; When Satan, in the serpent hid, Proposed the fruit that God forbid.

Death was the threat'ning: death began To take possession of the man His unborn race received the wound, And heavy curses smote the ground.

But Satan found a worse reward; Thus saith the vengeance of the Lord "Let everlasting hatred be Betwixt the woman's seed and thee.

"The woman's seed shall be my Son; He shall destroy what thou hast done; Shall break thy head, and only feel Thy malice raging at his heel."

He spake; and bid four thousand years Roll on; at length his Son appears; Angels with joy descend to earth, And sing the young Redeemer's birth.

Lo, by the sons of hell he dies; But as he hung 'twixt earth and skies, He gave their prince a fatal blow, And triumphed o'er the powers below.]