
My soul, be on thy guard! Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard, To draw thee from the skies.
The hosts of sin are pressing hard, To draw thee from the skies.
O, watch and fight and pray! The battle ne`er give o`er;
Renew it boldly ev`ry day, And help divine implore.
Ne`er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down;
Thy arduous task will not be done Till thou obtain the crown