O LORD,
I praise you that the issue of the battle between you and Satan has never been uncertain,
and will end in victory.
Calvary broke the dragon's head, and I contend with a vanquished foe,
who with all his subtlety and strength has already been overcome.
When I feel the serpent at my heel may I remember him whose heel was bruised,
but who, when bruised, broke the devil's head.
My soul with inward joy extols the mighty conqueror.
Heal me of any wounds received in the great conflict;
if I have gathered defilement,
if my faith has suffered damage,
if my hope is less than bright,
if my love is not ferv
ent,
if some creature-comfort occupies my heart,
if my soul sinks under pressure of the fight.
O GOD,
whose every promise is healing,
every touch life,
draw near to thy weary warrior,
refresh me, that I may rise again to wage the strife,
and never tire until my enemy is trodden down.
Give me such fellowship with thee that I may defy Satan,
unbelief,
the flesh,
the world,
with delight that comes not from a creature,
and which a creature cannot mar.
Give me a draught of the eternal fountain
that lieth in your immutable, everlasting love and decree.
Then shall my hand never weaken,
my feel never stumble,
my sword never rest,
my shield never rust,
my helmet never shatter,
my breastplate never fall,
as my strength rests in the power of your might.
I praise you that the issue of the battle between you and Satan has never been uncertain,
and will end in victory.
Calvary broke the dragon's head, and I contend with a vanquished foe,
who with all his subtlety and strength has already been overcome.
When I feel the serpent at my heel may I remember him whose heel was bruised,
but who, when bruised, broke the devil's head.
My soul with inward joy extols the mighty conqueror.
Heal me of any wounds received in the great conflict;
if I have gathered defilement,
if my faith has suffered damage,
if my hope is less than bright,
if my love is not ferv
ent,if some creature-comfort occupies my heart,
if my soul sinks under pressure of the fight.
O GOD,
whose every promise is healing,
every touch life,
draw near to thy weary warrior,
refresh me, that I may rise again to wage the strife,
and never tire until my enemy is trodden down.
Give me such fellowship with thee that I may defy Satan,
unbelief,
the flesh,
the world,
with delight that comes not from a creature,
and which a creature cannot mar.
Give me a draught of the eternal fountain
that lieth in your immutable, everlasting love and decree.
Then shall my hand never weaken,
my feel never stumble,
my sword never rest,
my shield never rust,
my helmet never shatter,
my breastplate never fall,
as my strength rests in the power of your might.





