XLII. The Christian Warfare

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

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

3 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.

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First Line: Stand up, my Soul, shake off thy Fears
Title: The Christian Warfare
Language: English
Publication Date: 1758
Notes: Now Public Domain.
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