And with her arching hand of snow her anxious eyes she shades, Searching the long and dusty road that to Ocaña leads, For the flash of knightly armor and the tramp of hurrying steeds.

Arrayed in Christly armor 'Gainst error, crime, and sin, The victory can't be doubtful, For God is sure to win.

With its greeting smile of welcome, Its holy voice of prayer, It forgeth heavenly armor To foil the hosts of care.

You are simply unassailably armored by the courage of other people's convictions.