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 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;
The arduous work will not be done
Till thou receive 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.

Amen.