3 Thou treadest upon enchanted ground; Perils and snares beset thee round; Beware of all; guard every part; But most, the traitor in thy heart. 4 Come, then, my soul! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield; Put on the armor from above, Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. 848 L. M. Let us go forth without the camp. Heb. 13:13. Silent, like men in solemn haste, Girded wayfarers of the waste, We press along the narrow road That leads to life, to bliss, to God. 2 We fling aside the weight and sin, Resolved the victory to win; We know the peril, but our eyes Rest on the splendor of the prize. 3 No idling now, no wasteful sleep; We trim our lamps, our vigils keep; No shrinking from the desperate fight, No thought of yielding or of flight; 4 No love of present gain nor ease, No seeking man nor self to please.— With the brave heart and steady eye, We onward march to victory. 5 Night is far spent, and morn is near— Morn of the cloudless and the clear; ’Tis but a little and we come To our reward, our crown, our home. 6 Another year—it may be less— And we have crossed the wilderness, Finished the toil, the rest begun, The battle fought, the triumph won. 849 L. M. A pillar of cloud by day, etc. Exodus 13:21. When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father’s God before her moved, An awful Guide, in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along th’ astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow; By night Arabia’s crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column’s glow. 3 Thus present still, though now unseen, O Lord, when shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. 4 And O, when gathers on our path, In shade and storm, the frequent night, Be thou long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light. 850 L. M. Fight the good fight of faith. Tim. 6:12. O Israel, to thy tents repair: Why thus secure on hostile ground? Thy King commands thee to beware For many foes thy camp surround. 2 The trumpet gives a martial strain: O Israel, gird thee for the fight! Arise, the combat to maintain, And put thine enemies to flight! 3 Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do; Awake; be vigilant; be brave! The coward, and the sluggard too, Must wear the fetters of the slave. 4 A nobler lot is cast for thee; A kingdom waits thee in the skies: With such a hope, shall Israel flee, Or yield, through weariness, the prize?