In the helmet of his salvationnWith his belt of truthnThe chestplate of his rightiousnessnAnd his gospel bootsnnIn full armournIn full armournnBy the sword of his spiritnAnd the shield of faithnNot of handsnNot of mannA holy work of gracennIn full armournHe turns my cheeknIn full armournContrite and meeknIn full armour through the hallsnFull armournFull armour