I.Death reign'd with vigour since the Fall, And rides with fury still;Nor rich nor poor, nor great nor small, Can e'er resist his will.
II.He ravages both night and day, Through all our mortal stage;And ev'ry creature falls a prey To his resistless rage.
III.Nations and empires he has slain, And laid whole cities waste,And doth his cruel siege maintain To sweep the world in haste.
IV.Ride forth, O mighty Prince of Peace, And take away his sting.Then shall his cruel kingdom cease, And saints his triumph sing.
