I turn to God for greater strength to fight,
The enemies of decency and truth,
Because I know he has the Power and Might
To uphold me in his everlasting ruth
Where men have failed! If I had faithfully trod
In my youth's prime another road of life,
The joy that comes from having faith in God
Would exalt me in the thickest of the strife!

So help me God! that I may never quail
Before iniquitous men, though they're equipped
With devastating weapons and clothed in mail
And arrogantly think they cannot be whipped:
Because they have bamboozled simple beings
To imagine they have the answer to all things.