Get thee behind us, fiend,
With all thy baf­fled art!
The sheep we know Thou canst not rend,
Unless Thou first canst part:
Jesus His ten-fold pow­er
His saints as­sem­bled claim:
Tremble, thou fiend, and fly be­fore
Our migh­ty cap­tain’s name.

Thy wis­dom from be­low
Full well we un­der­stand;
Disperse, and then our souls o’er­throw,
Divide us, and com­mand:
But Je­sus still shall hold
And keep us safe from harms,
Together lodged with­in His fold,
His ev­er­last­ing arms.

While in our shep­herd’s breast
Our help­less souls we hide,
No de­vils can dis­turb our rest,
Nor can the world di­vide:
To build each oth­er up
We now in Je­sus join,
And who shall burst the bond, or stop
The in­ter­course di­vine?

This God hath bid us do,
And man for­bids in vain;
Ye ne­ver, ne­ver can break through
Love’s ada­man­tine chain:
Joined by the Sav­ior’s will,
The same in mind and heart,
Ye may aff­lict us here, and kill,
But ye can ne­ver part.

Resolved our Lord t’obey,
In spite of man’s com­mand,
Together in the an­cient way
Through His sup­port we stand:
Nor will we hence re­move,
Till all tri­um­phant rise
And meet the first-born Church above,
Assembled in the skies.