Satan's devices. <br /> <br />Now Satan comes with dreadful roar <br />And threatens to destroy; <br />He worries whom he can't devour <br />With a malicious joy. <br /> <br />Ye sons of God, oppose his rage, <br />Resist, and he'll begone; <br />Thus did our dearest Lord engage <br />And vanquish him alone. <br /> <br />Now he appears almost divine, <br />Like innocence and love; <br />But the old serpent lurks within <br />When he assumes the dove. <br /> <br />Fly from the false deceiver's tongue, <br />Ye sons of Adam, fly; <br />Our parents found the snare too strong, <br />Nor should the children try.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-157/
