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The Book of Praise.
The Powers of Darkness are at hand ; Resist, or bow to their command.
An arm of flesh must fail
In such a strife as this ; .
He only can prevail
Whose arm immortal is : 'Tis Heaven itself the strength must yield, And weapons fit for such a field.
And Heaven supplies them too :
The Lord, who never faints,
Is greater than the foe,
And He is with His saints : Thus arm'd, they venture to the fight; Thus arm'd, they put their foes to flight.
And, when the conflict's past,
On yonder peaceful shore
They shall repose at last,
And see their foes no more ; The fruits of victory enjoy, And never more their arms employ.
Thomas Kelly. 1809
cxxi.
O Israel, to thy tents repair : Why thus secure on hostile ground ?
Thy King commands thee to beware, For many foes thy camp surround-
The trumpet gives a martial strain :
O Israel, gird thee for the fight! Arise, the combat to maintain,
And put thine enemies to flight J |
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