Let mortal tongues attempt to sing
Heav'n's wars, when Michael stood
Chief general of the eternal King,
And fought in name of God.

Against the dragon and his host,
God's armies did prevail;
In vain they rage, in vain they boast,
Their hellish weapons fail.

Down to the earth was Satan thrown,
And down his legions fell;
Then was the trump of triumph blown,
And shook the gates of hell.

Now day is come, and night is past,
Christ has assum'd his pow'r:
The grand accuser down is cast
From heav'n, to rise no more.

'Twas by the blood of Christ the Lamb
Saints trod the tempter down;
And by his faithful word o'ercame,
To their immense renown.

Their mortal lives they loved not,
But gave them up to death,
In love to him for whom they fought,
And spent their vital breath.

Rejoice, ye heav'ns, let ev'ry star
Shine brighter round the sky:
Saints, while you sing the heav'nly war,
Raise Jesus' name on high.

But woe to earth's indwellers all!
For Satan's last effort
Is in great wrath on you to fall;
His time, he knows, is short.