GRH 521 My Soul, Be on Thy Guard

(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 ev’ry day,
And help divine implore.

(3)
Ne’er think the vict’ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thy 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.