Heaven is thy chieftain, and the world thy field.

To be afraid to die, or wish for death,

Are words and passions of despairing breath:

Who doth the first, the day doth faintly yield;

And who the second, basely flies the field.

Francis Quarles.

Soldiers of Christ, arise,

And put your armour on,

Strong in the strength which God supplies,

Through His eternal Son;