Satan, the dire invader, came
Our new made world t’annoy
And death marched dreadful in his rear
His captives to destroy
Caught in his snares, our father sank
With him his children fell
And death his fatal shaft prepared
To smite them down to hell
Jesus with pitying eye beheld
And left His starry crown
Turned his own weapons on the foe
And mowed his legions down
By death the Savior death disarmed
That we in light may shine
And fixed this great, mysterious law
That dust should dust refine
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
Their tongues, great Prince of life, shall join
With our recovered breath
And all th’immortal host, t’ascribe
Our victory to Thy death
Our victory to Thy death