Behold! The Christian Warrior Stand

Behold! the Christ­ian war­ri­or stand

In all the ar­mor of his God;

The Spir­it’s sword is in his hand;

His feet are with the Gos­pel shod;

In pa­no­ply of truth com­plete

Salvation’s hel­met on his head;

With right­eous­ness a breast­plate meet

And faith’s broad shield be­fore him spread.

He wres­tles not with flesh and blood

But prin­ci­pa­li­ties and pow­ers

Rulers of dark­ness

like a flood

Nigh

and as­sail­ing at all hours.

Nor Sa­tan’s fie­ry darts alone

Quenched on his shield

at him are hurled;

The trai­tor in his heart is known

And the dire friend­ship of this world.

Undaunted to the field he goes;

Yet vain ere skill and val­or there

Unless

to foil his le­gion foes

He takes the trus­ti­est wea­pon: pray­er.

With this om­ni­po­tence he moves

From this the ali­en ar­mies flee

Till more than con­quer­or he proves

Through Christ

who gives him vic­to­ry.

Thus

strong in his Re­deem­er’s strength

Sin

death

and hell he tram­ples down;

Fights the good fight

and wins at length

Through mer­cy

an im­mor­tal crown.