Amen! Amen! Under the gospel we dare say Amen; but our wrestling is with principles, not men; with error, sin, Satan, unbelief. O for brave hands of men and women to smite these foes.
The foes of Zion quake for fright,
Where no fear was they quail;
For well they know that sword of might
Which cuts through coats of mail.
The Lord of old defiled their shields,
And all their spears he scorn’d;
Their bones lay scatter’d o’er the fields,
Unburied and unmourn’d.
Let Zion’s foes be fill’d with shame;
Her sons are bless’d of God;
Though scoffers now despise his name,
The Lord shall break their rod.