Now is the saint’s sal­va­tion come,
The strength that slays the beast of Rome,
The kingdom of our God below,
The power of Christ against our foe,
Which forces Satan to submit,
Forever bruised beneath our feet.

Now the old dragon is o’erthrown,
Th’accuser of the saints cast down,
The grand deceiver of mankind,
Who brought their secret sins to mind,
And charged them at the bar of God,
’Till covered with their Sav­ior’s blood.

But trusting in the martyred Lamb,
The witnesses their foe o’ercame,
The blood that calmed their sprinkled hearts,
By that they quenched his fiery darts,
And holding fast the sacred Word
They slew him with the Spir­it’s sword.

Armed with the dear Re­deem­er’s mind
Their lives they cheerfully resigned,
Ambitious of the torturing flame,
They showed the power of Je­su’s name,
Rejoiced their faith­ful­ness to prove,
And paid Him back His dying love.

Sing, ye inhabitants of Hea­ven,
The kingdom to Messias given,
T’extol the power of love divine,
Let all His saints and angels sing
While endless ages roll along,
And shout the Lamb’s triumphant song.