Now Satan comes with dreadful roar

And threatens to destroy;

He worries whom he can't devour

With a malicious joy.

Ye sons of God, oppose his rage,

Resist, and he'll begone;

Thus did our dearest Lord engage

And vanquish him alone.

Now he appears almost divine,

Like innocence and love;

But the old serpent lurks within

When he assumes the dove.

Fly from the false deceiver's tongue,

Ye sons of Adam, fly;

Our parents found the snare too strong,

Nor should the children try.