Hymn 157

 Satan's devices.


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.

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