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411. The Watch-Tower.
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Pilgrims here are forced to combatWith the seen, and unseen powers;
Foes by night and day surround us,
But a mightier friend is ours.
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He, who calls us to the warfare,Will conduct us safe and free:
Through our captain's sword and buckler,
We shall more than conquerors be.
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But, like soldiers, firm and faithful,On our watch-tower we must stand;
Scorning not the least assailant,
Clad in armour, spear in hand.
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If, in heedless hour we slumber,Enemies will vex us sore;
And the dart again remind us,
That our conflict is not o'er.
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Friend of Sinners! O, our Leader!Give us courage, to the last!
When we combat with temptation,
Thy protection round us cast!
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Soon the contest will be over;Soon will death our souls release:
In the world to which we hasten,
All is safety, all is peace!
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