NOW girds he for the conflict
In the armor of the Lord;
With righteousness his breastplate,
And the Word of God his sword;
Nor can he be defeated, whate'er the battle's length,
For the joy of the Lord is his strength!
Let those who fight by Michael
Both strength and courage bring,
For swift he follows after
Each evil-seeming thing;
Nor ever looks behind him, nor fears whate'er betide,
And a pillar of fire is his guide!
O wondrous sons of morning!
Serene in strength they go,
Michael and all his angels
With flaming swords aglow.
No sound of pain or sorrow is heard when they destroy,
But the sons of God shouting for joy!
