Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

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 pray;
The battle ne’er give o’er;
Renew it boldly ev’ry day,
And help divine implore.

Ne’er think the vict’ry won,
Nor lay thine armor down;
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou obtain the crown.
Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He’ll take thee, at thy parting breath,
To His divine abode.