wield

The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armor from above,

Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.

4 The terror and the charm repel,

And powers of earth, and powers of hell:

The man of Calvary triumphed here,

Why should his faithful followers fear? Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1743

Spread canvas to the airs divine;
Spread sail, and let thy fortune be
Forgotten in thy destiny.

4 The wind ahead? The wind is free;
For evermore it favoureth me:
To shores of God still blowing fair,
O'er seas of God my bark doth bear.

5 For life must live, and soul must sail,
And unseen over seen prevail;
And all God's argosies come to shore,
Let ocean smile, or rage, or roar.
D. A. Wasson, 1823