To arms, hero of Calvary!
Lift high your bright-red shield;
For sin and dread as you can see
By force would have me yield.
In righteous ire your sword outstretch
Gainst those who you defy!
Hurl from the light and me, poor wretch
Such foes before I die.
Safe in your hand I then will view
My death without dismay;
And my saved spirit offer you
On its now unmade clay.
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Oh Lord! rest and relief vouchsafe;
Though if you would chastise me,
Teach me endurance prayer and faith,
Let my heart CHRIST suffice me.
