In trials deep, in sorrow's grip,

When hope seems but a fleeting slip,

We lift this shield, we stand our ground,

In faith, our victories are found.


So take the shield, hold firm, stand tall,

Let faith be armor, covering all,

For with it, we can surely quell,

The fiercest flames that rise from hell.


Above all, take the shield of grace,

And with it, every trial face,

For in its strength, we find our peace,

And with its power, our fears release.