I'd updated this text once before, and it was better than where I started, but there was still a lot of Yoda language (backwards talking). I've updated the hymn, cleaned it up a little, fixed some of the Yoda speak (leaving it only where the emphasis strengthens the text). The last update
can be seen here.
I Peter 5 and the Sermon on the Mount influenced this text. I wanted to
talk about persecution and how the three Persons of the Trinity answer
it. Whether or not I succeeded, well...I'll leave that for you to say.
Saints of God, the Devil, Prowling
1. Saints of God, the devil, prowling,
Seeks God's children as his prey.
All his demon horde is howling
With no mercy to display:
Tempting, blaming, sin-befouling.
Who on earth can win the fray?
2. Saints of God, our holy Father,
Looking from eternity,
Saw our fall, and He would gather
All who see the foe and flee.
He sent Christ to be our Brother;
He sent Christ to set us free.
3. Saints of God, the Son, our Savior,
Born of woman, born of God,
Bore the brunt of man’s disfavor,
Bore the curse: death’s savage rod.
Now death’s sting is gone forever.
Overcome is Satan’s fraud.
4. Saints of God, the Spirit crying
Comforts us in ev’ry need.
Death, the world, the devil’s lying
Fall before the Church's creed.
Now the Spirit, ever vying,
Calls God’s children free indeed.
5. Saints of God, our flesh betrays us.
See the prince of earth cast blame.
All who hate the Word would slay us,
Sentence us to angry flames.
Though they beat us, mock, or flay us,
We still bear Christ's holy name.
6. Saints of God, the world deplores us.
Rage and spite, our earthly lot.
Boldly face the cross before us.
Let the faithless scheme and plot.
We, though all the world abhors us,
By Christ’s holy blood are bought.
7. Saints of God, though death comes near us,
Blessed are we to face the blade.
Rise to pray. The Father hears us.
Tremble not! Be not afraid!
Sing for joy! The Lord will cheer us
With white robes which never fade.
∆ 8. Saints of God who live hereunder,
Hail Him with the angel host.
Martyrs, make your praises thunder:
Sing the name of which we boast,
Worshipping in endless wonder
Father, Son and Holy Ghost!
© 2014 Alan Kornacki, Jr.
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Suggested Tune: Ascended Triumph
(LSB 491, © 1973 Henry Gerike--ask him for permission to use)
PUBLIC DOMAIN TUNE: Westminster Abbey (LSB 914)