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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.
Never think the victory won,
nor lay thine armor down;
the work of faith will not be done,
till thou obtain the 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.