Now Satan Comes with Dreadful Roar

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 be gone;

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.