The Christian Militant

A man prepar'd against all ills to come,That dares to dead the fire of martyrdom;That sleeps at home, and sailing there at ease,Fears not the fierce sedition of the seas;That's counter-proof against the farm's mishaps,Undreadful too of courtly thunderclaps;That wears one face, like heaven, and never showsA change when fortune either comes or goes;That keeps his own strong guard in the despiteOf what can hurt by day or harm by night;That takes and re-delivers every strokeOf chance (as made up all of rock and oak);That sighs at others' death, smiles at his ownMost dire and horrid crucifixion.Who for true glory suffers thus, we grantHim to be here our Christian militant.