Defense

Oh, let us now rejoice, be glad, give praise—Peace and good will, the standard which we raise—Entrenched in Truth, clad in Love's panoply;See how the armies of the aliens flee!No weapon in our hand, our sure defenseThe consciousness of God's omnipotence;Love's bugle call will break the dream of sin,The kingdom of our God to usher in.

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