Isaac Watts · 665 of 724

Hymn 157

Now Satan comes with dreadful roar And threatens to destroy; He worries whom he can't devour With a malicious joy.

Ye sons of God, oppose his rage, Resist, and he'll begone; Thus did our dearest Lord engage And vanquish him alone.

Now he appears almost divine, Like innocence and love; But the old serpent lurks within When he assumes the dove.

Fly from the false deceiver's tongue, Ye sons of Adam, fly; Our parents found the snare too strong, Nor should the children try.