Pow’rs of darkness gather ’round.
Devils urge you much to slacken,
That a crown may not abound,
Mindful of th’ascended Lord.
Jesus surely conquered Satan;
Bravely wield the Spirit’s sword.
One with Satan silently,
Neighbors ridicule, reviling,
Siding with the enemy,
Sets for you a blissful net,
When you face vainglory’s offer,
When you stumble, faith forget,
Naught of natural strength avails,
Suffering losses inward, outward,
Even labor’s profit fails,
Satan’s forces will be turned.
Soon the Church will hear the trumpet,
Glory and triumph is earned.
Rules the world by God’s decree;
Now all nations bow before Him,
Praising Jesus reverently.
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