1 Let mortal Tongues attempt to sing
The Wars of Heav'n, when Michael stood
Chief General of th' eternal King,
And fought the Battles of our God.
2 Against the Dragon and his Host
The Armies of the Lord prevail:
In vain they rage, in vain they boast,
Their Courage sinks, their Weapons fail.
3 Down to the Earth was Satan thrown,
Down to the Earth his Legions fell;
Then was the Trump of Triumph blown,
And shook the dreadful Deeps of Hell.
4 Now is the Hour of Darkness past,
Christ has assum'd his reigning Pow'r;
Behold the great Accuser cast
Down from the Skies to rise no more.
5 'Twas by thy Blood, immortal Lamb,
Thine Armies trod the Tempter down;
'Twas by thy Word and pow'rful Name
They gain'd the Battle and Renown.
6 Rejoice, ye Heav'ns; let every Star
Shine with new Glories round the Sky;
Saints, while ye sing the heav'nly War,
Raise your Deliverer's Name on high.
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