367. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.
The Warfare of the Soul.
1Awake, 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.
2See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.
3Come 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.
4The 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?