Alas! Elisha’s Servant Cried

Alas! Eli­sha’s serv­ant cried

When he the Sy­ri­an ar­my spied

But he was soon re­leased from care

In an­swer to the pro­phet’s pray­er.

Straitway he saw

with oth­er eyes

A great­er ar­my from the skies;

A fie­ry guard around the hill

Thus are the saints pre­serv­èd still.

When Sa­tan and his host ap­pear

Like him of old

I faint and fear;

Like him

by faith

with joy I see

A great­er host en­gaged for me.

The saints es­pouse my cause by pray­er

The ang­els make my soul their care;

Mine is the pro­mise sealed with blood

And Je­sus lives to make it good.