1 My soul, be on they 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 lay thine armor down; Thy arduous task will not be done Till thou obtain the crown.