1 Deceiv'd by subtil Snares of Hell,
Adam, our Head, our Father fell,
When Satan, in the Serpent hid,
Propos'd the Fruit that God forbid.

2 Death was the Threat'ning; Death began
To take Possession of the Man;
His unborn Race receiv'd the Wound,
And heavy Curses smote the Ground.

3 But Satan found a worse Reward;
Thus saith the Vengeance of the Lord
Let everlasting Hatred be
Betwixt the Woman's Seed and Thee.

4 The Woman's Seed shall be my Son,
He shall destroy what thou hast done;
Shall break thy Head, and only feel
Thy Malice raging at his Heel.

[5 He spake; and bid Four Thousand Years
Roll on; at length his Son appears:
Angels with Joy descend to Earth,
And sing the young Redeemer's Birth.

6 Lo, by the Sons of Hell he dies;
But as he hung 'twixt Earth and skies,
He gave their Prince a fatal Blow,
And triumph'd o'er the Pow'rs below.]