Isaiah 41:11: Thy furious foes implacable

Thy furious foes implacable.
The banded potentates of night.
No more shall dare thy soul assail.
Confounded by My Spirit's might;
The worldly, persecuting throng.
Hell's synagogue, shall all submit,
And sin, which strove with thee so long.
Lie quite extinguish'd at thy feet.

Where are thine old intestine foes?
All come to a perpetual end:
No longer can the flesh oppose,
Or nature frail with grace contend:
The hatred of thy carnal mind,
Thy passions, lusts, as nothing be,
The Hfe of sin thou canst not find,
Or know that j ride remains in thee.