Hymn 157 by Isaac Watts
Satan's devices.
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar And threatens to destroy; He worries whom he can't devour With a malicious joy.
Ye sons of God, oppose his rage, Resist, and he'll begone; Thus did our dearest Lord engage And vanquish him alone.
Now he appears almost divine, Like innocence and love; But the old serpent lurks within When he assumes the dove.
Fly from the false deceiver's tongue, Ye sons of Adam, fly; Our parents found the snare too strong, Nor should the children try.
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