Thy furious foes implacable

Verse 1
Thy furious foes implacable,
The bandied potentates of night,
No more shall dare thy soul assail,
Confounded by my Spirit’s might;
The worldly, persecuting throng,
Hell’s synagogue, shall all submit,
And sin, which strove with thee so long,
Lie quite extinguish’d at thy feet.

Verse 2
Where are thine old intestine foes?
All come to a perpetual end:
No longer can the flesh oppose,
Or nature frail with grace contend:
The hatred of thy carnal mind,
Thy passions, lusts, as nothing be,
The life of self thou canst not find,
Or know that pride remains in thee.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “Behold, all they that were incensed against thee, shall be ashamed and confounded: they shall be as nothing, and they that strive with thee shall perish.”—[Isa.] xli. 11. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 1 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 9 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 410.
Publishing: Public Domain