O God, my help against the foes,
Invisible in stealth,
Those angels of Prince Lucifer
Who plot to rob my wealth.
They kill, destroy, and capture thoughts,
And would now end my life.
But for the Higher Prince of Love,
They'd crush my life with strife.

Yet every surge of wicked power
Is surveyed from above.
The evil thoughts they have this hour,
Their countering of Love.
O God, the Mighty one who rules,
You have not lost Your hold.
You press these demons in their place,
And make Your servants bold.

While hordes of raving demons stir
Relentlessly about,
Our Lord Majestic will dispatch
His angels on their route.
As tireless soldiers down below,
Who understand the war,
Dressed in their well-worn battle clothes
Kneel down behind the door.

The Dragon’s war cry will be stopped
When Valiant Christ will come.
Theirs is the death cry without end,
But ours will be the song.
For Christ our Fearless King descends,
And ruling out the Night,
We'll sing when Death is cast below:
"No fears, No foes, No fight!”