The captain of Jehovah's armies stands,
Th'imperial banner is aloft display'd.
Flow to his ensign, all his valiant bands,
And bravely fight beneath it's pow'rful shade

Clad in celestial arms, of nobler frame
Than those renown'd in the Maeonian song;
Ye heroes, panting for immortal fame,
In great Immanuel's conqu'ring might be strong.

Her zone Uprightness round your loins shall cast,
The mind's unweary'd vigour to sustain.
In Virtue's cuirass sheath'd, meet, unaghast,
The charms of pleasure and the force of pain.

Sandal'd with zeal your active feet will tread
The cragged mountain, and the rocky road;
When the blest gospel summons you, to spread
The healing odour of its truth abroad.

The fiery shafts of furious lusts defy,
Dauntless oppose faith's adamantine shield .
Salvation's helmet to your head apply,
For dangerous war in scepticism's field.

Th'ethereal blade ne'er loosen from your side,
The word of God , so formidably keen:
This weapon your victorious chieftain try'd,
In bold temptation's most audacious scene.

Thus drest in panoply divine, prepare
For strenuous strife and persevering toil.
Advance, with martial step and martial air,
The foes of righteousness and God to foil.

An amaranthine crown of glory waits,
To dignify the faithful soldier's brows:
His labours o'er, high Salem opes her gates,
And bow'rs of bliss invite him to repose.