“En Garde!” (I John 5:17-21)

Let the truth be your saber and grace be your guide,
For there never was sin who in God do abide,
And in confidence labor with God to defend,
First to pardon and now then to keep us from sin.

Come stand at your guard and hold out your sword,
Defending the honor of Jesus your Lord,
Thus kept by your God who will guide and will prod,
Being sure then that you have been born out of God.

Keep a watch out for sin that in snares will impair,
And for idols and all that to God you compare,
You must gird up your armor and stand and resist,
For the Lord blesses all who in faith will persist.

Oh! the Devil can’t strike with the Lord to defend,
And the Son is arriving – no start and no end,
And He gives us His spirit, all Three then will fight,
They will frustrate the foe-man to win us His bride!

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Isaiah 40: Comfort

Give comfort here to keep,
Your warfare is complete,
The martial foes are leveled low,
All darkness Christ defeats.

Give comfort – clearly said,
Your putrid sins have fled,
Forever past your saving lasts,
For dying now is dead.

Give comfort, joy and kind,
This double portion – mine!
I bless my King, salvation sing,
For Him I only pine.

Let voices vent in fens,
In deserts raise the hymn:
“Prepare a way; your paths make straight,
Jehovah comes to men!”

His glory is revealed,
As infant-voicing peeled,
All flesh shall see eternity,
The Word of God congealed.

Prepare to see His face,
Who put the world in place,
Move mountains great, vast valleys raise,
All leveled in His grace.

The Word became a man.
The Word forever stands.
With voices keen: the Word is seen.
Himself dared sin He damns!

Isaiah 22: Sin and Celebration

In Vision’s valley, veiled and vast,
Catastrophe the die is cast.
The slain surrendered not by sword,
The battlements are blast and bored.
The archers shoot in shining sheets,
The blazes burn, the bosoms beat.
The horses hounding all around,
The enemies, entrenched, abound.
But you yield to your armories,
Thus trusting in war weaponry.
And in your towers touting trust,
For thrilling sights your swords you thrust.
And then you rally to your roof,
From holocaust to hold aloof.
To dance and drink, and wink and woo,
As if no slaughter sallies through.
“Be merry men, tomorrow die!
No horror to our houses hies!”
But God has called for grieving here,
To tear your cloaks and call up tears.
Repent! This waring heed with woe,
And to your God, the Giver, go.
The folk who follow His advance,
Despair He drowns in holy dance!
He hews Himself a people high,
Who celebrate His season right.
Repent, rejoice, and fast and feast:
In timely place and propered piece.
So wail and weep for sinning stain,
With clamor joy that Jesus came!