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Hymn 107

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 The fall and recovery of man; or, Christ and Satan at enmity.
Gen.
3:1,15,17; Gal.
4:4; Col.
2:15.
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.

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