My soul, be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise;
The 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 every day, And help divine implore.
Ne'er think the vict'ry won, Nor lay thine armor down;
Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain 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. A-MEN