BATTLE HYMN

O David, with so small a stoneYou brought Goliath low!Oh, may your courage cause us allTo run to meet the foe!To choose our stone, washed pure and smoothFrom any taint of fear—And use our sling, the Truth upheld,And know that God is near!

That pebble taken from the rockOn which Christ builds his Church;That rock unmoved by storm or tide,That Truth for which we searchOur hearts, that we may know no fear,We choose in time of need,Flies boldly in the giant's faceAs Christ, through you, decreed.

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