1 Satan transform'd in guise of light,
His snares deceptive spread:
Nor dar'd the son of morn, of night,
Attack the woman's head.

2 The weaker vessel soil'd by guile,
Soon fell an easy prey,
Adam was Eve's, not Satan's spoil,
He gave himself away.

3 Here Jesus' love is plainly shown;
Yes! love more strong than death:
For not asham'd our guilt to own,
The Saviour yields his breath.