1 By faith we please the Lord on high,
And with His children gather;
By faith we unto Him draw nigh
And call Him, Abba, Father;
By faith we count the world but loss
That we may flock around the cross
And fight His holy battles.
2 By faith we put His armor on,
The gospel of salvation,
And watch the foe of Christ, His Son,
With prayer and supplication,
And when the trumpet sounds the call,
With faith we hasten, one and all,
To meet the hordes of darkness.
3 In Christ, our Lord, we firmly stand,
Despite their onrush stunning,
And with the Spirit's sword in hand
We foil their craft and cunning;
The shield of faith protects our hearts
And quenches all their fiery darts,
They go to grim disaster.
4 O Lord, Thy Holy Spirit send,
Our hearts with zeal inspiring,
That we may fight until the end,
With strength and faith untiring;
Oh, may at last around Thy throne
We hail Thee Lord and King alone,
Of faith the blessed Giver.
Source: Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #190