The foe is as a flood come in

Verse 1
The foe is as a floud come in,
The world their flattering favors pour!
To save me from the gainful sin
To guard me from the prosperous hour,
Lift up, eternal Spirit of God,
The Standard stain’d with Jesus blood.

Verse 2
Thro’ Thee, superior to their frown,
Superior to their smile thro’ Thee,
If Thou his dying love make known
Who bare my sorrows on the tree,
If Thou the conquering Sign impart,
And stamp his cross upon my heart,

Verse 3
Soon as the slaughter’d Lamb appears,
Sensible of his blood applied,
Redeem’d from earthly hopes and fears
I to the world am crucified,
The world is crucified to me,
And Christ, and only Christ, I see.

Verse 4
Come then, dear Lord, the love declare
Which sin, and earth, and hell o’recame,
That I thy victory may share,
And kept by thy almighty Name,
And mounted on thy cross may rise,
To see thy glory in the skies.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “[Hymns for Some called to earn their bread.] III.” This hymn appears in the ca. 1786 manuscript “MS Miscellaneous Hymns.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/556, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 2). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in S.T. Kimbrough Jr. and Oliver A. Beckerlegge, eds., The Unpublished Poetry of Charles Wesley, vol. 3 (Nashville: Kingswood Books, 1992), page 290.
Publishing: Public Domain