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 victory 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 thy God;
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
Up to his rest above.

The Southern Harmony