In Vain the Powers of Darkness Try

In vain the pow­ers of dark­ness try

To work the Church’s ill

The Friend of sin­ners reigns on high

And checks them at His will.

Though mis­chief in their hearts may dwell

And on their tongues de­ceit

A word of His their pride can quell

And all their aims de­feat.

Let world­lings pant for world­ly wealth;

Its worth His peo­ple see.

The Lord is their de­sire and health;

The Lord will strength­en me.

My trust is in His grace alone;

His house shall be my home.

How sweet His mer­cies past to own

And hope for more to come.