Hark! 'tis the watchman's cry

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 their Master's gate E'en though the hour seem 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 doth afford; Yours is a sure reward; Work, brethren, work!

Hear we 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 eternal songs, While heaven the note prolongs? Praise, brethren, praise!