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 every day,
and help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the vict'ry won,
nor once at ease sit down;
the arduous work will not be done
till thou hast got the crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death
shall bring thee to my God;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
up to His rest above.