My soul, be on thy guard!
Ten
thousand foes arise;
The
host of sin pressing hard
To
draw thee from the skies.
2
O
watch, and fight, and pray!
The
battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew
it boldly everyday,
And
help divine implore.
3
Ne’er
think the victory won,
Nor
lay thine armor down;
Thy
arduous task will not be done
Till
thou obtain the crown.