1 Captain of my salvation, hear!
Stir up Thy strength, and bow the skies:
Be Thou the God of battles, near;
In all Thy majesty arise!
2 The day, the dreadful day’s at hand!
In battle cover Thou my head:
Past is Thy word: Here I demand,
And confident expect Thine aid.
3 Now arm me for the threatening fight;
Now let Thy power descend from high;
Triumphant in Thy Spirit’s might,
So shall I every foe defy.
4 I ask Thy help; by Thee sent forth
Thy glorious Gospel to proclaim,
Be Thou my mouth, and shake the earth,
And spread by me Thy awful name.
5 Steel me to shame, reproach, disgrace,
Arm me with all Thy armor now,
Set like a flint my steady face,
Harden to adamant my brow.
6 Bold may I wax, exceeding bold,
My high commission to perform,
Nor shrink Thy harshest truths to unfold,
But more than meet the gathering storm.
7 Adverse to earth’s rebellious throng,
Still may I turn my fearless face,
Stand as an iron pillar strong,
And steadfast as a wall of brass.
8 Give me Thy might, Thou God of power;
Then let or man or fiends assail!
Strong in Thy strength, I’ll stand a tower
Impregnable to earth or hell.