Thou art my protecting arm, fortress, refuge, shield, buckler.
Fight for me and my foes must flee;
uphold me and I cannot fall;
Strengthen me and I stand unmoved, unmovable;
Equip me and I shall receive no wound
Stand by me and Satan will depart,
anoint my lips with a song of salvation
and I shall shout thy victory;
Give me abhorrence of all evil, as a vile monster that
defies thy law, casts off thy yoke...
Teach me to look to Jesus on his cross
and so to know sin's loathsomeness in they sight.
There is no pardon but through thy Son's death,
no cleansing but in his precious blood...
Show me the shame, the agony, the bruises of incarnate God,
that I may read boundless guilt in the boundless price;
May I discern the deadly viper in its real malignity...
Blessed Lord Jesus, at they cross
may I be taught the awful miseries from which I am saved,
ponder what the word "lost" implies,
see the fires of eternal destruction;
Then I may cling more closely to thy broken self;
adhere to thee with total being,
detest sin as strongly as they love to me is strong,
and may holiness be the atmosphere in which I live.
"conflict" from valley of vision.