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