WHOLE ARMOUR OF GOD (Eph 6:10-17)
The battle is fierce-
It yieldeth much tears-
For we wrestle not they
Who fall easy when we sway. Their blows they rain down,
Blood bleaches our gown.
But they fight and prevail not
For by his blood we are bought. Our loins are girded with truth,
So conquer we the evil brute.
Our helmet of salvati