The darts that Satan shoots
Cause me much grief and care;
But with the shield of faith

I can quench the poison there !

For the Devil is mine enemy
And he seeks to do me harm;
But the helmet of salvation

Is found in my Saviour's arms !

The hurts that pierce my heart oftimes
My Saviour knows full well;
He suffered more than I can know

The Rod, the grave; (that's hell)

I stand therefore girt with truth
And Christ I do confess;
Feet shod with the Gospel of peace

Wearing the breastplate of righteousness !

My armour full is Jesus Christ
None other one can save;
So Satan, 'Get thee hence'

That command my Saviour gave !

Matthew 4:10; Ephesians 6:11-17

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