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 Fight, And Pray;
The Battle Ne’er Give O’er;
Renew It Boldly Every Day,
And Help Divine Implore.

Never Think The Victory Won,
Nor Lay Thine Armour Down;
The Work Of Faith Will Not Be Done,
Till Thou Obtain The 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.