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L. M.

Mrs. Barbauld.

The Christian Warfare.

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 threatening stands,

Mustering his pale, terrific bands;

There, pleasure’s silken banners spread,

And willing souls are captives 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.

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.

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?

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