Awake! Ye Saints of God! Awake!

Awake! ye saints of God! awake

Call on the Lord in migh­ty pray­er

That He will Zi­on’s bond­age break

And bring to naught the fowl­er’s snare.

He will re­gard His peo­ple’s cry—

The wi­dow’s tear—the or­phan’s moan;

The blood of those that slaugh­tered lie

Pleads not in vain be­fore His throne.

Though Zion’s foes have coun­seled deep

Altho’ they bind with fet­ters strong;

The God of Ja­cob does not sleep—

His ven­geance will not slum­ber long.

Then let your souls be stayed on God;

A glo­ri­ous scene is draw­ing nigh:

Tho’ tem­pests ga­ther like a flood

The storm

tho’ fierce

will soon pass by.

Our God in judg­ment will come near

His migh­ty arm He will make bare:

For Zi­on’s sake He will ap­pear

Then Oh! ye saints! awake

pre­pare!

Awake to un­ion and be one

Or sa­ith the Lord

you are not Mine;

Yea

like the Fa­ther and the Son

Let all the saints

in un­ion join.