Pride is the armour of our foe

Verse 1
Pride is the armour of our foe,
In man’s concupiscence he trusts,
And never will his house forego,
While strengthen’d by the sinner’s lusts,
While guilt and unbelief remains,
The tyrant in his palace reigns.

Verse 2
O come Thou stronger than the fiend,
The giant arm’d this moment bind,
This moment his oppressions end,
Destroy in me the carnal mind,
The pride of life, the lusts unclean,
And root out all my love of sin.

Verse 3
By taking all my sins away
From Satan all his armour take,
Thy glory thro’ thy house display;
And that the foe may ne’er come back,
Secure me for thy lawful prize,
And bear thy trophies to the skies.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘But when a stonger than he shall come upon him, and overcome him, he taketh from him all his armour wherein he trusted, and divideth his spoils.'—[Luke 11,] v. 22.” This hymn appears in the 1766 manuscript “MS Luke.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/575, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 11 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1871), page 205.
Publishing: Public Domain