Angels our march oppose

Verse 1

Angels our march oppose, Who still in strength excel-- Our secret, sworn, eternal foes, Countless, invisible; From thrones of glory driven, By flaming vengeance hurled, They throng the air, and darken heaven, And rule this lower world.

Verse 2

But shall believers fear? But shall believers fly? Or see the bloody cross appear, And all their powers defy? By all hell's host withstood; We all hell's host o'erthrow; And, conq'ring them through Jesus' blood, We on to conquer go.