ARM me with all thy panoply divine,
Thou Lord of hosts! thou God of matchless might!
That I may, like a Christian hero, shine,
And overcome my enemies in fight!

From head to heel, let not a single part
Remain expos'd, lest I receive a wound,
(for great and dang'rous is the tempter's art)
In that sole spot, where there's no armour found.

Let not the world, with all its bawbles vile -
Let not the flesh, with ev'ry loose desire -
Let not the devil, by some cursed wile,
Cause me to sin against my gracious Sire.

Give me, O Lord! sufficient force and might,
That I may all my enemies o'ercome,
And under thy victorious banner fight,
'Till thou, in glorious peace, shalt lead me home.