The Psalms of David ‎#II.LXXVII

II.LXXVII. Stand up, my Soul, shake off thy Fears

1 Stand up, my Soul, shake off thy Fears,
And gird the Gospel Armour on;
March to the Gates of endless Joy,
Where thy great Captain Saviour's gone.

2 Hell and thy Sins resist thy Course,
But Hell and Sins are vanquish'd Foes;
Thy Jesus nail'd them to the Cross,
And sung the Triumph when he rose.

3 What though the Prince of Darkness rage,
And waste the Fury of his Spite;
Eternal Chains confine him down
To fiery Deeps, and endless Night.

4 What though thine inward Lusts rebel;
'Tis but a struggling Gasp for Life;
The Weapons of victorious Grace
Shall slay thy Sins, and end the Strife.

5 Then let my Soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heav'nly Gate;
There Peace and Joy eternal reign,
And glitt'ring Robes for Conqu'rors wait.

6 There shall I wear a starry Crown,
And triumph in Almighty Grace;
While all the Armies of the Skies
Join in my glorious Leader's Praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Stand up, my Soul, shake off thy Fears
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Spiritual Warfare

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