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.