Laban

Lyrics

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

O watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er,
Renew the conflict ev’ry day;
And help divine implore.

Ne’er think the vict’ry won,
Nor lay Thine armor down;
The work of faith will not be done
’Till thou obtain the crown.