My soul, be on thy guard;Ten thousand foes arise;The hosts of sin are pressing hardTo draw thee from the skies.O watch, and fight, and pray;The battle ne'er give o'er;Renew it boldly every day,And help divine implore.Ne'er think the victory won,Nor lay thine armor down;The work of faith will not be done,Till thou obtain the crown.Fight on, my soul, till deathShall bring thee to thy God;He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,To His divine abode.
