1 Awake my soul, lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;
Awake my soul, or thou art lost.

2 See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

3 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground,
Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all, guard every part,
But most the traitor in thy heart.

4 Come, then, my soul, now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armour from above
Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.

5 The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth, and powers of hell;
Thy Man of Calv'ry triumph'd here;
Why should his faithful followers fear?