1 Satan con­fined in mas­sy chains,
And doomed to ev­er­last­ing pains,
The aw­ful ven­geance dreads and feels,
Which the al­migh­ty Thun­der­er deals.

2 No more can he ob­tain his will,
No more his dark de­signs ful­fill;
How great so­e’er his strength may be,
Yet Christ is strong­er far than he.

3 Christ breaks in twain his ir­on bands,
And res­cues cap­tives from his hands;
Treads him be­neath their fee­ble feet,
And makes their vic­to­ry com­plete.

4 Exult, ye saints, your voic­es raise,
And shout your great de­liv­er­er’s praise;
Let ev­ery tongue and ev­ery tribe,
Salvation to the Lamb as­cribe.