All around us, enemies;
Helpless, hopeless, we're besieged.
Lord, we don't know what to do;
Lord, we set our eyes on You.
Now's the time, against all odds,
To declare the worth of God,
Ambush Satan, change the course,
For the battle is the Lord's.

Days of suffering, loss, and pain,
Yet it's now that You must gain
A true faith that would surpass
The fraught mind that tries to grasp
How such things could be allowed,
Tries to plot its own way out:
No, we shout, we praise, we soar,
For the battle is the Lord's.

We don't have to understand,
Safely hidden in Your hand,
Our salvation, here, from God—
We transcend, rise far above,
Freed from Satan's earthly snares,
Rout his forces in the air;
Praise our Victor-in-Control,
For the battle is the Lord's.