THE ARMOR OF GOD

MADGE M. ELDER.

Long have I battled, Lord,
Long in Thy cause have striven,
Wounded and faint am I—
See where the shafts were driven!

Wore ye My armor there,—
There in the battle's din?
He who is armed by Me
Feels not the shafts of sin.

Yea, I had armor, Lord,—
Canst Thou forgive the fault?
But it was made of men—
Useless in the assault.

If Thou wilt clothe me yet—
Yet in Thine armor bright—
Gladly again I'll go
Back to the conflict's height.

Wear the armor of Love,
And, though the fight be fierce,
Then shall the enemy's blade,
Hate, have no power to pierce.

Wear the armor of Truth,
And, though the shafts of sin
Fly from the liar's bow,
No wrong shall enter in.

Wear the armor of Life,
Harmless shall fall each blow,
Even the stroke of death,—
Shall mean the last of the foe.

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