Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;
Awake, my soul! or thou art lost.
Here giant danger threatening stands,
Mustering his pale, terrific bands;
There, pleasure’s silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captives led.
See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.
Come, then, my soul! now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armor from above
Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.
The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth, and powers of hell;
The Man of Calvary triumphed here;
Why should his faithful followers fear?
Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes. Anna L. Barbauld. [Watchfulness.] Contributed to Dr. Enfield's Hymns, &c, Warrington, 1772, No. 126, in 6 stanzas of 4 lines, and headed "The Conflict." In the following year it was repeated in her Poems, London, 1773, and again in her Works, &c, 1825, vol. i. p. 330. Its use has been and still is fairly extensive both in Great Britain, and America. Original text in Lyra Britannica, 1867, p. 34, and Lord Seiborne's Book of Praise, 1862, p. 485. In the latter the date, 1773, is given in error.
-- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)