O ye threatening virus
Oppressing men with your limited force...

For a while we've seen your persistence
You are just a noisome pestilence...

Noisome because you only make noise
Above you there's a voice...

We hear your noise within & abroad
But there's a voice that comes as a rod...

It has come to dash you into pieces
The word of God to do what the father pleases..

Though men say there's a casting down
We say there's a lifting...