Classic Poem

Clothed with the Holy Ghost,
Go, brother, on thy way
To Afric's night-bound coast,
A herald of God's day.

Clothed with the Holy Ghost,
A robe and crown of flame,
As once on Pentecost
The first great baptism came.

Clothed with the Holy Ghost,
Stand, soldier of the Lord;
His cross thy only boast,
His Gospel truth thy sword.

Clothed with the Holy Ghost,
Thy panoply of proof:
The devil and his host
Shudder, and flee aloof.

Clothed with the Holy Ghost,
If suffering be thy lot,
When worn and wearied most,
Thus mantled, murmur not.

Clothed with the Holy Ghost,
Till Christ shall call or come,
And from the watchman's post
Shall take thee to His home.