What is strength without a double share of wisdom?

And, weaponless himself, Made arms ridiculous.

What does not destroy me, makes me strong.

Who so beset him round / With dismal stories, / Do but themselves confound; / His strength the more is.

So let it be in God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is ours In conflict with unholy powers, We grasp the weapons he has given,-- The Light, and Truth, and Love of Heaven.

The sun shines not on us but in us.