In every believer two armies are seen,

In every believer two armies are seen,
The new man of grace, and the old man of sin;
In Christ he is perfect, and free from all guilt,
Yet in himself evils are both seen and felt.

As one in the Lord, he's a true son of peace;
In himself, he is nothing but sin and disgrace;
His body's the temple of the Holy Ghost,
And Christ in him dwelleth as King of one host.

When Christ takes possession, and proves himself King,
Then sin, world, and Satan, their forces will bring;
Nor will they be wanting of gun-shot from hell;
The old prince of darkness will furnish them well.

Yet such is the power and love of our King,
In spite of all hell we of victory sing;
For though sin and devils against us unite,
'Tis Christ fights our battles, and puts them to flight.

The victory is thine! then let hell do its worst;
For Christ will still reign, and of Christ thou shalt boast;
And when the fight's ended, the crown thou shalt wear,
And glory immortal with Christ thou shalt share.