Let mor­tal tongues at­tempt to sing,
The wars of Heav’n, when Mi­chael stood
Chief ge­ne­ral of th’eter­nal King,
And fought the bat­tles of our God.

Against the dra­gon and his host
The ar­mies of the Lord pre­vail;
In vain they rage, in vain they boast,
Their cour­age sinks, their wea­pons fail.

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

Now is the hour of dark­ness past,
Christ has as­sumed His reign­ing pow­er;
Behold the great ac­cus­er cast
Down from the skies, to rise no more.

’Twas by Thy blood, im­mor­tal Lamb,
Thine ar­mies trod the tempt­er down;
’Twas by Thy Word and pow­er­ful name
They gained the bat­tle and re­nown.

Rejoice, ye heav’ns; let ev­ery star
Shine with new glo­ries round the sky;
Saints, while ye sing the heav’n­ly war,
Raise your de­liv­er­er’s name on high.