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 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly ev'ry day,
And help divine implore.

3 Ne’er think the vict'ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
The arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain 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.