1 My soul, be on thy guard!
Ten thousand foes arise!
The hosts of sin are pressing hard,
To draw thee from the skies.
2 Oh, watch, and fight and pray!
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
3 Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down!
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.
4 Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He will take thee, at thy parting breath,
Up to his blest abode.
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First Line: | My soul, be on thy guard! |
Title: | My soul, be on thy guard |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1881 |