411.
The Watch-Tower.
1
Pilgrims here are forced to combat
With the seen, and unseen powers;
Foes by night and day surround us,
But a mightier friend is ours.
2
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.
3
But, like soldiers, firm and faithful,
On our watch-tower we must stand;
Scorning not the least assailant,
Clad in armour, spear in hand.
4
If, in heedless hour we slumber,
Enemies will vex us sore;
And the dart again remind us,
That our conflict is not o'er.
5
Friend of Sinners! O, our Leader!
Give us courage, to the last!
When we combat with temptation,
Thy protection round us cast!
6
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!