I had the last stanza of this in my files but failed to note how I came across it. In Googling a line of it, I found it came from a hymn titled, “Surrounded By Unnumbered Foes.” I have never heard it sung, but I thought it was good, especially the last stanza.
Surrounded by unnumbered foes,
Against my soul the battle goes;
Yet though weary, sore distressed,
I know that I shall reach my rest:
I lift my tearful eyes above—
His banner over me is love.
Its sword my spirit will not yield,
Though flesh may faint upon the field;
He waves before my fading sight
The branch of palm, the crown of light:
I lift my brightening eyes above—
His banner over me is love.
My cloud of battle-dust may dim,
His veil of splendour curtain Him;
And, in the midnight of my fear,
I may not feel Him standing near:
But as I lift mine eyes above,
His banner over me is love.
— Gerald Massey, 1863
Stray Thoughts 
I can’t believe you posted this just today.
What timing! 🙂
I was trying to find something out about Gerald Massey just right now and the last 6 lines (of that hymn), which are quoted in a book by Isobel Kuhn, Green Leaf in Drought, in the chapter about the Kingfisher, page 39 in the copy I have.
After searching for more information on Massey, I have to conclude the person to be none other than the famous Egyptologist that found striking similarities between Jesus and an Egyptian god Horus, but his interest in Egyptology got going after he wrote this hymn, i.e., 1870.
Thanks again, so much for posting. I love little connections like this.
“I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than to be crowded on a velvet cushion.” Thoreau