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 ev'ry day,
And help divine implore.
3 Ne’er think the vict'ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
The 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’ll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To His divine abode.
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First Line: | My soul, be on thy guard |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christians: their life and experience; Conflicts of the Christian Life; Fortitude(5 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Heath |