Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. James 4:7
Words: Benjamin Beddome (1717–1795). Published posthumously in Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton & Briggs, 1818), number 260.
If you know where to get a good picture of Beddome (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
When Satan saw his rebel host,
His cause, and Heav’n for ever lost,
Malice and wrath his mind possessed,
And fury burned within his breast.
He knew how vain th’ attempts to rise,
With impious rage against the skies;
But bent on ill, another way
He turns his arms, and wins the day.
‘Twas in a dark unguarded hour,
That our first parents felt his power;
Soft innocence and virtue fell
An easy prey to death and hell.
Ye sons of God, the tempter fly,
Nor the unequal contest try;
By promised bliss the fiend decoys—
First he allures, and then destroys.