| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | II. “Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes” | | By 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! | |
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| Here giant Danger threatening stands, | 5 |
| Mustering his pale terrific bands; | |
| There Pleasure’s silken banners spread, | |
| And willing souls are captive led. | |
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| See where rebellious passions rage, | |
| And fierce desires and lusts engage; | 10 |
| The meanest foe of all the train | |
| Has thousands and ten thousands slain! | |
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| Thou tread’st upon enchanted ground, | |
| Perils and snares beset thee round; | |
| Beware of all, guard every part, | 15 |
| But most, the traitor in thy heart. | |
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| 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. | 20 |
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| 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! | | | | |
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