My Soul, Be on Thy Guard

My soul, be on thy guard,

Ten thousand foes arise,

And 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 ev'ry day,

And help divine implore.

Ne'er think the vict'ry won,

Nor lay thine armor down;

Thine arduous work will not be done

Till thou receive 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.

Amen.