Verse 1
Us, when our Lord the victory gives,
The tempter for a season leaves,
Our fears asleep to lay:
But let us, if his wiles we know,
Prepare for the returning foe,
And always watch and pray.
Verse 2
After we have affliction seen,
Sore buffetted by fiends and men,
And countless trials past,
Objects of God’s peculiar love
Our agonizing souls may prove
The fiercest fight at last.
Verse 3
Vouchsafe us, Lord, that humble fear
Of danger every moment near,
Ev’n when the fiend withdraws,
And let us always bear in mind
The bloody sweat is still behind,
The garden, and the cross.