Hark! ’tis the watchman’s cry
Wake
brethren
wake!
Jesus our Lord is nigh;
Wake
brethren
wake!
Sleep is for sons of night;
Ye are children of the light
Yours is the glory bright;
Wake
brethren
wake!
Call to each working band
Watch
brethren
watch!
Clear is our Lord’s command;
Watch
brethren
watch!
Be ye as men that wait
Always at the Master’s gate
E’en though He tarry late;
Watch
brethren
watch!
Heed ye the steward’s call
Work
brethren
work!
There’s room enough for all;
Work
brethren
work!
This vineyard of the Lord
Constant labor will afford;
Yours is a sure reward;
Work
brethren
work!
Hear ye the Shepherd’s voice
Pray
brethren
pray!
Would ye His heart rejoice?
Pray
brethren
pray!
Sin calls for constant fear
Weakness needs the Strong One near
Long as ye struggle here;
Pray
brethren
pray!
Now sound the final chord
Praise
brethren
praise!
Thrice holy is our Lord;
Praise
brethren
praise!
What more befits the tongues
Soon to lead the angels’ songs
While Heav’n the note prolongs
Praise
brethren
praise!