Storms of life around are raging,
Satan’s hosts are waxing strong
For the futile fight they’re staging
‘Gainst the Lord a mighty throng.
But I know my Captain’s ready
For the worst that man can do,
And in Him my faith is steady
For I know He’ll bear me through.
In the armor of salvation,
Stayed on Christ who died for me,
I have found a firm foundation
In His cause and victory.
All the hosts of hell may foment –
They can’t win the final fight;
They will rise for but a moment
In their cause against what’s right.
For the King of kings eternal,
Girding on His mighty sword,
Will undo the hosts infernal –
With a word cut down their horde.
Oh the joy and exultation
When the One who came to die
As the Lord of our salvation
Stands alone exalted high!
Christina Joy Hommes
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