Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown:
The feeblest of saint shall win the day,
Through death and hell obstruct the way.

Should all the hosts of death
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe, for Christ displays
Superior power, and guardian grace

-Isaac Watts, Join All the Glorious Names