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Rh 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 repell, And powers of earth, and powers of hell; The Man of Calvary triumphed here; Why should his faithful followers fear?