Poems by Anna Laetitia 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
His 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 triumphed here:
Why should His faithful followers fear?