All Round the Globe Does Satan Trace

All round the globe does Sa­tan trace

Nor keeps a cer­tain road;

Sworn foe to all the hu­man race

And ene­my to God.

He forms his plots and lays them deep

Th’unwary to de­coy;

Lo

now he flies

and now he creeps

To ruin and de­stroy.

Alluring baits does he pre­sent

To draw the soul to sin;

Excites to wrath and dis­con­tent

Works ev­ery lust with­in.

Let rich and poor

and young and old

Of Sa­tan’s wiles be­ware;

He to pre­sump­tion tempts the bold

The ti­mid to des­pair.

He wan­ders still from place to place

And waits th’un­guard­ed hour

The tru­ly pi­ous to dis­tress

The wick­ed to de­vour.

But thanks to our al­migh­ty king

Who does his pow­er re­strain;

If Je­sus His as­sist­ance bring

The tempt­er tempts in vain.