1 My soul, be on thy guard,
Ten thousand foes arise;
And hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

2 O watch, and fight, and pray!
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.

3 Ne’er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thine arduous work will not be done,
Till thou obtain the crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God!
He’ll take thee, at thy parting breath
Up to His blest abode.