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CONFLICT.
Evil would be welcome,
Wert thou of the earth:
Child, look up to heaven,
Whence thou hadst thy birth.
Wert thou of the earth:
Child, look up to heaven,
Whence thou hadst thy birth.
"Put thy heel on Satan,
Draw the Spirit's sword,
Prove thy holy breast-plate,
Take Me at My word.
Am I not thy Fortress?
Wherefore fall or fly;
Grasp thy palm, rejoicing
In My victory.
Draw the Spirit's sword,
Prove thy holy breast-plate,
Take Me at My word.
Am I not thy Fortress?
Wherefore fall or fly;
Grasp thy palm, rejoicing
In My victory.
"'Tis the lowliest conquers;
'Tis by might of love
That the weakest soldier
Doth the bravest prove.
Rest thee, weary trembler!
Was the strife unsent?
Nay! thy King was with thee:
Not a bow was bent,
'Tis by might of love
That the weakest soldier
Doth the bravest prove.
Rest thee, weary trembler!
Was the strife unsent?
Nay! thy King was with thee:
Not a bow was bent,
"But thy Lord who loves thee
Guided every dart;
See! they only sent thee
Nearer to my heart.
Guided every dart;
See! they only sent thee
Nearer to my heart.