Satan, the Dire Invader, Came

Satan

the dire in­vad­er

came

Our new made world t’an­noy;

And death marched dread­ful in his rear;

His cap­tives to de­stroy.

Caught in his snares

our fa­ther sank;

With him his child­ren fell;

And death his fa­tal shaft pre­pared

To smite them down to hell.

Jesus with pi­ty­ing eye be­held

And left His star­ry crown;

Turned his own wea­pons on the foe

And mowed his le­gions down.

By death the Sav­ior death dis­armed

That we in light may shine;

And fixed this great

mys­te­ri­ous law

That dust should dust re­fine.

No more the point­ed shaft we fear;

Nor dread the mon­ster’s boast;

No more the pi­ous dead we mourn

As friends for ev­er lost.

Their tongues

great Prince of life

shall join

With our re­co­vered breath

And all th’im­mor­tal host

t’as­cribe

Our vic­to­ry to Thy death.