1 By whom was David taught
To aim the dreadful blow,
When he Goliath fought,
And laid the Gittite low?
No Sword or Spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the Brook.

2 'Twas Israel's God and King
Who sent him to the Fight;
Who gave him Strength to sling,
And Skill to aim aright.
You feeble Saints, your Strength endures,
Because young David's God is yours.

3 Who order'd Gideon forth,
To storm th' invader's Camp,
With Arms of little Worth,
A Pitcher and a Lamp?
The Trumpets made his coming known,
And all the Host was overthrown.

4 Oh! I have seen the Day,
When, with a single Sord,
God helping me to say,
"My Trust is in the Lord;"
My Soul has quell'd a Thousand Foes,
Fearless of all that would oppose.

5 But Unbelief, Self-Will,
Self-Righteousness and Pride,
How often do they steal?
My Weapon from my Side?
Yes David's Lord, and Gideon's Friend,
Will help his Servant to the End.