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330 , 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 threatening 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.