O Cry Aloud and Spare Not

O cry aloud and spare not

Ye watch­men on the wall

Unless we go to bat­tle

Our Zi­on here will fall.

Put on the Gos­pel ar­mor;

Put on the shoes of peace.

We’ll fight till He with glo­ry

Shall cause all wars to cease.

The mul­ti­tudes run blind­ly

Along the large

broad way.

They’re cry­ing peace and safe­ty

And know not what they say.

Wake up and sense the dan­ger

My friends

be cleansed with­in;

Not just a car­nal Christ­ian

Ye must be born again!