Revival Magazine 1859
Reprinted from The Gospel Witness
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 waking 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 we the steward’s call:
Work, brethren, work!
There’s room enough for all,
Work, brethren, work!
This vineyard of the Lord
Constant labour will afford,
Yours is a sure reward;
Work, brethren, work!
Hear we the Shepherd’s voice:
Pray, brethren, pray!
Would we 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 join the angels’ songs,
While heaven the note prolongs?
Praise, brethren, praise!