Nay, tell us not of dangers dire

That lie in duty’s path;

A warrior of the cross can feel

No fear of human wrath.

2 Where’er the prince of darkness holds

His earthly reign abhorred,

Sword of the Spirit, thee we draw,

And battle for the Lord.

3 We go! we go, to break the chains

That bind the erring mind,

And give the freedom that we feel

To all of human kind.

4 But, O, we wear no burnished steel,

And seek no gory field;

Our weapon is the word of God,

His promise is our shield.

5 And still serene and fixed in faith,

We fear no earthly harm;

We know it is our Father’s work,

We rest upon his arm.