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SAUL's armor.
1Sam 17:38-40

When first my soul enlisted

My Savior's foes to fight;

Mistaken friends insisted

I was not armed aright:

So Saul advised David

He certainly would fail;

Nor could his life be saved

Without a coat of mail.

But David, though he yielded

To put the armor on,

Soon found he could not wield it,

And ventured forth with none.

With only sling and pebble

He fought the fight of faith;

The weapons seemed but feeble,

Yet proved Goliath's death.

Had I by him been guided,

And quickly thrown away

The armor men provided,

I might have gained the day;

But armed as they advised me,

My expectations failed;

My enemy surprised me,

And had almost prevailed.

Furnished with books and notions,

And arguments and pride

I practised all my motions,

And Satan's pow'r defied

But soon perceived with trouble,

That these would do no good;

Iron to him is stubble,
Job 41:27

And brass like rotten wood.

I triumphed at a distance

While he was out of sight;

But faint was my resistance

When forced to join in fight:

He broke my sword in shivers,

And pierced my boasted shield;

Laughed at my vain endeavors,

And drove me from the field.

Satan will not be braved

By such a worm as I;

Then let me learn with David,

To trust in the Most High;

To plead the name of Jesus,

And use the sling of prayer;

Thus armed, when Satan sees us

He'll tremble and despair.