Let All the Sons of Light

Let all the sons of light

Expect their Lord to come

Unlooked for

in the dead of night

A sleep­ing world to doom:

Let all who Je­sus know

To meet their God pre­pare

And pass their eve­ry hour be­low

In watch­ing un­to pray­er.

Long as I watch

I keep

The bless­ing once be­stowed

But for­feit

if again I sleep

The rich­est grace of God;

Exposed and stripped of all

Th’apos­tate’s doom I feel

And from per­fect­ion’s sum­mit fall

Into the deep­est hell.