Satan and Death conquered by the Death of CHRIST. Heb. ii. 14, 15

Satan, the dire Invader, came Our new-made World t'annoy: And Death march'd dreadful in his Rear His Captives to destroy.

Caught in his Snares our Father sunk; With him his Children fell; And Death his fatal Shaft prepar'd To smite them down to Hell.

Jesus with pitying Eye beheld, And left his starry Crown; Turn'd his own Weapons on the Foe, And mow'd his Legions down.

By Death the Saviour Death disarm'd, That we in Light may shine; And fix'd this great mysterious Law, That Dust should Dust refine.

No more the pointed Shaft we fear, Nor dread the Monster's Boast; No more the pious Dead we mourn, As Friends for ever lost.

Their Tongues, Great Prince of Life, shall join With our recover'd Breath, And all th'immortal Hosts, t' ascribe Our Vict'ry to thy Death.