Classic Poem

J ESUS his banner has display'd,
 Hell threatens formidable war.
All o'er in heav'nly arms array'd,
 Unmov'd her haughty pow'rs I dare.

Truth , like a belt , shall gird me round,
 And vigour in my soul sustain.
With Virtue , as a breast-plate, bound,
 Temptation's onset I disdain.

Meekness shall on my march attend,
 Meekness shall rage and spite defeat:
Not greaves of brass can more defend,
 From cruel spikes the soldier's feet.

Come, Faith , and bring thy temper'd shield ,
 This to the furious foe oppose:
Vanquish'd, with shame he quits the field,
 In vain his fiery darts he throws.

Salvation's hope my head shall shade,
 A helmet of celestial frame:
Thy word , O Lord, all-conqu'ring blade ,
 With terror on the foe shall flame.