1 Satan, the dire invader, came
Our new made world t’annoy;
And death marched dreadful in his rear;
His captives to destroy.

2 Caught in his snares, our father sank;
With him his children fell;
And death his fatal shaft prepared
To smite them down to hell.

3 Jesus with pitying eye beheld,
And left His starry crown;
Turned his own weapons on the foe,
And mowed his legions down.

4 By death the Savior death disarmed,
That we in light may shine;
And fixed this great, mysterious law,
That dust should dust refine.

5 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.

6 Their tongues, great Prince of life, shall join
With our recovered breath,
And all th’immortal host, t’ascribe
Our victory to Thy death.