What this host? This mighty
army,
Conquering every prince of men?
Led by what high King, what
champion?
Who, once dead, now lives again?
This, the Church, the Bride of
Jesus,
Armor-clad by God�s own hand:
Shield of Faith and Sword of
Spirit�
Shod by Gospel, firm to stand!
With the awesome Truth of
Heaven,
Christ has girded her around,
So arrayed for every battle,
She shall pull all empires down.
Gleaming in the morning
sunlight
See salvation�s helmet shine!
Trusting to that sure
protection,
On she fights, renewed in mind.
O�er that heart once bound to
evil,
Lies the mail of righteousness,
No satanic accusation
Can defeat such glorious dress!
Terrible in strength and
valor,
Jesus leads His host to war,
His the vict�ry, His the
conquest!
He has broken down Hell�s door!