Christian watchfulness.

MY soul! be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise, The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies.

Oh watch, and fight, and gray, The battle ne'er give o er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore.

Ne'er think the vict'ry won, Nor once at ease sit down; Thy arduous work will not be done, Till thou hast got thy crown.

Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee at thy parting breath, Up to his blest abode.