Angels Your March Oppose

Angels your march op­pose

Who still in strength ex­cel

Your sec­ret

sworn

eter­nal foes

Countless

in­vi­si­ble.

With rage that nev­er ends

Their hell­ish arts they try;

Legions of dire ma­li­cious fiends

And spir­its en­throned on high.

On earth the usurp­ers reign

Exert their bane­ful pow­er

O’er the poor fall­en sons of men

They ty­ran­nize their hour:

But shall be­liev­ers fear?

But shall be­liev­ers fly?

Or see the bloody cross ap­pear

And all their pow­er de­fy?

Jesus’ tre­men­dous name

Puts all our foes to flight:

Jesus

the meek

the ang­ry Lamb

A li­on is in fight.

By all hell’s host with­stood

We all hell’s host o’er­throw;

And con­quer­ing them

through Je­sus’ blood

We still to con­quer go.

Our cap­tain leads us on;

He beck­ons from the skies

And reach­es out a star­ry crown

And bids us take the prize:

Be faith­ful un­to death;

Partake My vic­to­ry;

And thou shalt wear this glo­ri­ous wreath.

And thou shalt reign with Me.