547    C.M.     W. Gadsby
Christ the Believer’s Shield. Gen. 15. 1; Ps. 3. 3, 8

1 When foes within, and foes without,
  Against my soul unite,
  By faith, I wield my Shield about,
  And put them all to flight.

2 Should hell against my soul conspire,
  And send their darts like hail,
  My Shield’s a match for all their power,
  Nor shall they e’er prevail.

3 No fiery darts from Satan’s den
  Can sons of God destroy;
  Their Shield is Christ; by faith in him
  They can them all defy.

4 Then let the weaklings all be strong;
  Take up their Shield, nor fear;
  They shall be conquerors all ere long,
  And crowns of victory wear.

5 Nor shall it e’er be said at last,
  Here’s one among the damned
  That, by a precious faith in Christ,
  Behind this Shield did stand.