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 lust engage;

The meanest foe of all the train

Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

3 Thou treadest upon enchanted ground;

Perils and snares beset thee round;

Beware of all; guard every part;

But most, the traitor in thy heart.

4 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.