When out of my dream
I wake to scream
In the mid of the night,
I will swing to fight
In the power of God's might.
I will arise and pray
Lest I fall a pray;
I will put on the whole armour of God
And trust in His holy word-
The sacred symbol of my sword.
Now will I call on the Holy Ghost-
The Lord of Host;
Then comes the hour of horror,
The very moment of terror,
The time to war.