Chapter 11 No.11

"A safe stronghold our God is still,

A trusty shield and wea-pon;

He'll help us clear from all the ill

That hath us now o'erta-ken.

The ancient prince of hell

Hath risen with purpose fell;

Strong mail of craft and power

He weareth in this hour;

On earth is not his fel-low."

The whole school sat swaying backward and forwar