HYMN V. 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 threat'ning 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 Has 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 triumph'd here; Why should his faithful followers fear?