1 Each mighty power of evil
How doth the Lord assail?
‘Gainst world and flesh and devil
How doth the Lord prevail?
How doth the Strength supernal
Come down into the fight?
How dost Thou, King eternal,
Win victory for the right?

2 Some mighty man Thou fillest
With holy hate of wrong;
Some tender soul Thou thrillest
With yearnings sweet and strong;
This woe he must diminish,
This wrong he must o’erthrow,
This warfare he must finish,
This evil power lay low.

3 The strength by Thee conferrèd
To others he imparts;
The fire within him stirrèd
Doth kindle other hearts:
By glowing souls attended
He rushed on the foe;
The right is well defended,
The evil power laid low.

4 That army, Lord, Thou leadest,
That warfare Thou dost share;
That victory Thou speedest,
The Lord of hosts is there.
Then send the Spirit fervent,
The fire that never fails;
To lighten each true servant,
Until Thy cause prevails