Alas! Elisha's servant cried, <br />When he the Syrian army spied, <br />But he was soon released from care, <br />In answer to the prophet's prayer. <br /> <br />Straitway he saw, with other eyes, <br />A greater army from the skies; <br />A fiery guard around the hill, <br />Thus are the saints preserved still. <br /> <br />When Satan and his host appear, <br />Like him of old, I faint and fear; <br />Like him, by faith, with joy I see, <br />A greater host engaged for me. <br /> <br />The saints espouse my cause by prayer, <br />The angels make my soul their care; <br />Mine is the promise sealed with blood, <br />And Jesus lives to make it good.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-with-us-than-with-them/
