My soul, be on thy guard;
Ten thousand foes arise;
The hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.
O, watch, and strive, and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.
Ne’er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down:
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain thy crown.
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 |
Title: | Conflict |
Author: | Heath |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1866 |