1007    L.M.     Isaac Watts
The Christian Warfare. 1 Tim. 1. 18; 6. 12

1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,
  And gird the gospel-armour on;
  March to the gates of endless joy,
  Where thy great Captain-Saviour’s gone.

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
  But hell and sin are vanquished foes;
  Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross,
  And sang the triumph when he rose.

3 What though thy inward lusts rebel?
  ’Tis but a struggling gasp for life;
  The weapons of victorious grace
  Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.

4 Then may my soul march boldly on,
  Press forward to the heavenly gate;
  There peace and joy eternal reign,
  And glittering robes for conquerors wait.