Warrior Doing

As the Golden eagle, stirs her nest,
I would rouse the Church with zest.
Come on warriors, on your feet,
Sword in hand, armour replete.

The Lord is calling, His command,
We'll go marching through the land.
With sword of Spirit, faithful shield,
Satan's power will surely yield.

With all his weapons he'll let fly,
Those flaming arrows he will try.
The power of prayer see him unseated.
A cry goes up Satan's defeated.

The battle won oh glorious lay,
Bride meets groom on wedding day.
Each bows before the throne and sings,
To reigning Lord our King of Kings.