Hark! 'tis the watchman's cry,
"Wake, brethren, wake!"
Jesus Himself 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 wakening band,
"Watch, brethren, watch!"
Clear is our Lord's command,
"Watch, brethren, watch!"
Be ye as men that wait,
Ready at their Master's gate,
E'en though He tarry late,
Watch, brethren, watch!

Heed we the Master's call,
"Work, brethren, work!"
There's room enough for all,
Work, brethren, work!
This vineyard of the Lord
Constant labor doth afford;
Yours is a sure reward,
Work, brethren, work!

Hear ye the Shepherd's voice,
"Pray, brethren, pray!"
Would ye His heart rejoice?
Pray, brethren, pray!
Sin calls for ceaseless care,
Weakness needs the Strong One near,
Long as ye tarry here,
Pray, brethren, pray!

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