Angels Your March Oppose

Angel your march oppose,

Who still in strength excel,

Your secret, sworn, eternal foes,

Countless, invisible.

With rage that never ends

Their hellish arts they try;

Legions of dire malicious fiends,

And spirits enthroned on high.

On earth the usurpers reign,

Exert their baneful power,

O'er the poor fallen sons of men

They tyrannize their hour:

But shall believers fear?

But shall believers fly?

Or see the bloody cross appear,

And all their power defy?

Jesus' tremendous Name

Puts all our foes to flight:

Jesus, the meek, the angry Lamb,

A Lion is in fight.

By all hell's host withstood,

We all hell's host o'erthrow;

And conquering them, through Jesus' blood,

We still to conquer go.

Our Captain leads us on;

He beckons from the skies,

And reaches out a starry crown,

And bids us take the prize:

"Be faithful unto death;

Partake My victory;

And thou shalt wear this glorious wreath.

And thou shalt reign with Me."