What this host? This mighty army,
Conquering every prince of men?
Led by what high King, what champion?
Who, once dead, now lives again?

This, the Church, the Bride of Je­sus,
Armor-clad by God’s own hand:
Shield of Faith and Sword of Spi­rit—
Shod by Gos­pel, firm to stand!

With the awesome Truth of Hea­ven,
Christ has girded her around,
So arrayed for every battle,
She shall pull all empires down.

Gleaming in the morning sunlight
See sal­va­tion’s helmet shine!
Trusting to that sure protection,
On she fights, renewed in mind.

O’er that heart once bound to evil,
Lies the mail of right­eous­ness,
No satanic accusation
Can defeat such glo­ri­ous dress!

Terrible in strength and valor,
Jesus leads His host to war,
His the vict’ry, His the conquest!
He has broken down Hell’s door!