Vile Tempter, Quick Be Gone

Vile tempt­er

quick be gone

Thy snares are spread in vain;

Thy fie­ry darts

to wound my soul

Retort on thee again.

Though in an an­gel’s form

Through the dis­guise I see;

Thou art an ene­my to God

A cru­el foe to me.

Thine art­ful stra­ta­gems

Shall teach me to be­ware;

Great is thy cru­el­ty and rage

And great shall be my care.

Or should I fee­ble prove

Know

Jesus is my friend;

Through Him thy base at­tempts shall fail

And in con­fu­sion end.

He con­quered on the cross

And will new con­quests gain;

Begone

se­duc­er vile

be gone

Thy snares are spread in vain.