Alas! Elisha’s servant cried,

When he the Syrian army spied,

But he was soon released from care,

In answer to the prophet’s prayer.

Straitway he saw, with other eyes,

A greater army from the skies;

A fiery guard around the hill,

Thus are the saints preserved still.

When Satan and his host appear,

Like him of old, I faint and fear;

Like him, by faith, with joy I see,

A greater host engaged for me.

The saints espouse my cause by prayer,

The angels make my soul their care;

Mine is the promise sealed with blood,

And Jesus lives to make it good.