By thee the curse is gone,
And death no terror brings;
We cast his power beneath our feet,
And rise to heavenly things.
IV
O shield of our defence,
And foe of all our foes;
The glory of the saints of God,
Their crown for all their woes.
By thee the curse is gone,
And death no terror brings;
We cast his power beneath our feet,
And rise to heavenly things.
O shield of our defence,
And foe of all our foes;
The glory of the saints of God,
Their crown for all their woes.