The Enemy thought himself grand--
But war did not go as he planned;
And flung from the sky like a bolt,
On Earth he renewed his revolt.

Ah, let me not be his recruit,
And let me not taste of his fruit!
For ever his line is the same:
"Take, eat, and establish your name!"

He says, "Such a self as your own
Is made to be seen, to be known!
The world is confused and distraught
For want of your radiant thought!"

"Shine forth and become who you are,
O bright and benevolent star!
Give light to the simple below;
Let common men bask in your glow!"

O lie from the garden unchanged,
Which man from his Maker estranged,
How still you would vie for my soul,
To shrink it and swallow it whole!

But Lord, with what wit you appear,
The clouds of temptation to clear,
To show me the shape of my pride
From each scurvy pitiful side.

For blessed with my sight once again,
I witness the greatness of men
And reckon a glimmer so slight
To new eyes unbearably bright.

And this, but the glory of men--
The thought of divinity then!
How vast are the thoughts of a King
Who knows and sustains everything.

How naked I suddenly stand,
Before a Creator so grand!
And flung from the sky like a bolt,
I humbly renounce my revolt.

Now herein may folly be known:
It fancies itself on the throne.
I am of necessity small,
Else there is no greatness at all.