1 Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a num'rous host:
Awake, my soul! or thou art lost.
2 Here giant danger threat'ning stands,
Must'ring his pale, terrific bands;
There, pleasure’s silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captives led.
3 See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.
4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground;
Perils and snares beset thee round:
Beware of all, guard ev'ry part,
But most, the traitor in thy heart.
5 Come, then, my soul! now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armour from above
Of heav'nly truth and heavenly love.
6 The terror and the charm repel,
And pow'rs of earth, and powers of hell;
Thy Lord and Captain triumph'd here:
Why should his faithful foll'wers fear?
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First Line: | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | The Danger and Misery of Sin |