1 Jesus my king proclaims the war,
"Awake! the powers of hell are near!
"Arm with my grace!" I hear him cry,
'Tis yours to conquer, or to die."
2 Roused by the animating sound,
I cast my eager eyes around;
Make haste to gird my armor on,
And bid each trembling fear be gone.
3 Hope is my helmet, faith my shield,
The word of God, the sword I wield:
With sacred truth my loins are girt,
And holy zeal inspires my heart.
4 Thus armed, I venture on the sight,
Resolved to put my foes to flight;
While Jesus kindly deigns to spread
His conquering banner o'er my head.
5 In him I hope, in him I trust;
His bleeding cross is all my boast:
Through troops of foes he'll lead me on
To victory, and the victor's crown.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799