Who best can drink his cup
of woe Triumphant o - ver
Like him, with par-don on his tongue, In midst of mortal
They met the ty-rant's brand-ished steel, The li on's go ry,
They climbed the steep as cent of heaven Thro' per il, toil, and

pain, pain,

mane;

pain:

For still our ancient foe
Dost ask who that may be?

Doth seek to work us woe;
Christ Jesus, it is he,
The prince of dark-ness grim,- We trem-ble not for him;
Let goods and kin-dred go,
This mor-tal life al so;

By thy grace Di-vine, We are on the Lord's side, Sav-iour, we

are thine. A-MEN.