More with Us Than with Them

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.

Straightway he saw, with other eyes, A greater army from the skies— A fiery guard around the hill; Thus are the saints preserved still.

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.

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.