Surrounded by Unnumbered Foes

Surrounded by un­num­bered foes

Against my soul the bat­tle goes;

Yet though I wea­ry

sore dis­tressed

I know that I shall reach my rest:

I lift my tear­ful eyes ab­ove—

His ban­ner over me is love.

Its sword my spir­it will not yield

Though flesh may faint up­on the field;

He waves be­fore my fad­ing sight

The branch of palm

the crown of light:

I lift my bright­en­ing eyes ab­ove—

His ban­ner over me is love.

My cloud of bat­tle-dust may dim

His veil of splen­dor cur­tain Him;

And in the mid­night of my fear

I may not feel Him stand­ing near:

But

as I lift mine eyes ab­ove

His ban­ner over me is love.