We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Ephesians 6:12
Behold the army of the Lord,
How bright its host appears;
Its ranks are marshalled, every one,
And filled with volunteers.
There is no place for coward hearts,
Who from their colors fly;
The Gospel calls for loyal ones
Who do not fear to die.
The trump of war is sounding now,
Its signal well we know;
It bids the soldiers of the cross
Take arms against the foe.
The battle storm may do its worst,
Our ardor still shall rise;
We’ll never lay our armor down,
Till faith presents the prize.
And when by grace our vict’ry won,
Like stars in Heav’n we shine;
We’ll shout and sing thro’ endless years,
The praise, O Lord, be Thine.