1 Vile tempter, quick be gone,
Thy snares are spread in vain;
Thy fiery darts, to wound my soul,
Retort on thee again.
2 Though in an angel’s form,
Through the disguise I see;
Thou art an enemy to God,
A cruel foe to me.
3 Thine artful stratagems
Shall teach me to beware;
Great is thy cruelty and rage,
And great shall be my care.
4 Or should I feeble prove,
Know, Jesus is my friend;
Through Him thy base attempts shall fail,
And in confusion end.
5 He conquered on the cross,
And will new conquests gain;
Begone, seducer vile, be gone,
Thy snares are spread in vain.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16239