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Luther
S.M.
Hastings
1. My soul, be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. | 2. O watch, and fight, and pray; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. | 3. Ne'er think the victory won, Nor once at ease sit down; The arduous work will not be done, Till thou hast got the crown. | 4. Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, Up to his rest above. | |
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