Verse 1
Christ the Lord, the woman’s Seed,
Bruiser of the serpent’s head,
Swift Avenger of thine own,
Listen to thy Spirit’s groan.
Verse 2
Hear us for a chosen child,
Long by Satan’s art beguil’d,
Fallen, yet insensible,
Easy in the toils of hell.
Verse 3
Wandring o’re inchanted ground,
By a strong delusion bound,
Taking the Deceiver’s part,
Left to trust her own weak heart.
Verse 4
Jesus, to her help descend,
Let the hour of darkness end,
Brought by faith’s effectual prayer
Come, and break the hellish snare.
Verse 5
Lull’d in a Satanic dream,
While our common foes blaspheme,
While the sacrilegious croud
Scoff the truths and sons of God.