Luke 11:21: Long undisturb'd the tempter keeps

Long undisturb'd the tempter keeps
His house, and rules without control;
The soul in his possession sleeps,
The careless, gay, unthinking soul.
No trouble fears, no evil sees,
But rests secure in hellish peace.

Pride is the armour of our foe.
In man's concupiscence he trusts,
And never will his house forego.
While strengthen'd with the sinner's lusts.
While guilt and unbelief remains
The tyrant in his palace reigns.

O come, Thou stronger than the fiend.
The giant arm'd this moment bind;
This moment his oppressions end.
Destroy in me the carnal mind.
The pride of life, the lusts unclean.
And root out all my love of sin.

By taking all my sins away,
From Satan all his armour take,
Thy glory through Thy house display;
And that the foe may ne'er come back.
Secure me for Thy lawful prize,
And bear Thy trophy to the skies.