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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By II. “Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes”

Anna Lætitia Barbauld (1743–1825)

AWAKE, 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!

Here giant Danger threatening stands,

Mustering his pale terrific bands;

There Pleasure’s silken banners spread,

And willing souls are captive led.

See where rebellious passions rage,

And fierce desires and lusts engage;

The meanest foe of all the train

Has thousands and ten thousands slain!

Thou tread’st upon enchanted ground,

Perils and snares beset thee round;

Beware of all, guard every part,

But most, the traitor in thy heart.

Come then, my soul, now learn to wield

The weight of thine immortal shield;

Put on the armour from above

Of heavenly Truth and heavenly Love.

The terror and the charm repel,

And powers of earth, and powers of hell;

The Man of Calvary triumph’d here:

Why should His faithful followers fear!