Hymn V.

HYMN V.

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.

Here giant danger threat'ning stands Mustering his pale terrific bands; There pleasure's silken banners spread, And willing souls are captive led.

See where rebellious passions rage, And fierce desires and lusts engage; The meanest foe of all the train Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground, Perils and snares beset thee round; Beware of all, guard every part, But most, the traitor in thy heart.

Come then, my soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armour from above Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.

The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell; The man of Calvary triumph'd here; Why should his faithful followers fear?