I
Alas! Elisha’s servant cried,
When he the Syrian army spied;
But he was soon released from care,
In answer to the prophet’s prayer.
II
Straightway he saw, with other eyes,
A greater army from the skies—
A fiery guard around the hill;
Thus are the saints preserved still.
III
When Satan and his host appear,
Like him of old, I faint and fear;
Like him, by faith, with joy I see
A greater host engaged for me.
IV
The saints espouse my cause by pray’r,
The angels make my soul their care;
Mine is the promise seal’d with blood,
And Jesus lives to make it good.