Hymn 2:77 [Stand Up, My Soul, Shake Off Thy Fears]

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Title:     Hymn 2:77 [Stand Up, My Soul, Shake Off Thy Fears]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The Christian warfare.

[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.

Hell and thy sins resist thy course,
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes,
Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.]

[What tho' the prince of darkness rage,
And waste the fury of his spite,
Eternal chains confine him down
To fiery deeps, and endless night.

What tho' thine inward lusts rebel,
'Tis but a struggling gasp for life
The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.]

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

There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious leader's praise.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:77 [stand Up, My Soul, Shake Off Thy Fears]

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