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THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS.
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Waits the final overthrow
Of the fierce but doomèd Foe.

Not with open, loud assault
Draws the Adversary near;
Oft advancing seems to halt,
Now through flattery, now through fear;
Under cover of the night
Darkness makes he fair as light;
Now through pomp and now through pride
Lures he many a soul aside;
Now through ease he whispereth,
Every word a shaft of death;
Through the flesh unceasingly
Do his secret arrows fly;
In the heart he refuge takes,
And his strongest stronghold makes.

Watch and pray, the Church entreats,
And those chiefest names repeats
Of the Army of the Lord,
Us examples to afford.
Watch and pray, the Church entreats;
Stand ye fast and be ye strong;
Imitate my glorious throng.
They my firm foundations made,
Christ Himself the corner-stone;
Ye as living stones are laid,
Age by age and one by one,