What This Host?

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!