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CIII. Awake my soul, lift up thine eyes

1 Awake my soul, lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;
Awake my soul, or thou art lost.

2 See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

3 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground,
Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all, guard every part,
But most the traitor in thy heart.

4 Come, then, my soul, now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armour from above
Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.

5 The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth, and powers of hell;
Thy Man of Calv'ry triumph'd here;
Why should his faithful followers fear?

Text Information
First Line: Awake my soul, lift up thine eyes
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
Topic: Faith, Holiness and moral Virtues: The Christian Warfare
Copyright: Public Domain
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