367. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Warfare of the Soul.
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 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armor from above,
Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.
4 The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth and powers of hell,
The man of Calvary triumphed here; --
Why should his faithful followers fear?