Christians, awake! The night will soon be past,
Awake, arise, this hour may be your last,
The last for labor, and the last for prayer;
Then rise, and for your coming Lord prepare.
Awake! awake! Redeem the time, be wise;
Up from among the dead, ye saints, arise.
Life glides away, the precious time redeem;
Up to the work, ye dare not lie and dream;
Your loins gird; obey the Master’s voice—
Wait—work—and watch—and so His heart rejoice!
A little while, the privilege shall cease
To find the lost, and lead them into peace;
The time to sympathize will soon be spent;
Then cheer and comfort, with Christ’s smile content.
Live to be missed, the Master served for you,
Follow His footsteps, thus be His servant true;
Where sorrow dwells, where pain and tears abound,
There, in the Master’s name, be serving found.
Christians, awake, eternity is nigh,
This world will soon be left for heaven on high:
Soon shall the Savior call us hence away
To rest in all the sunshine of God’s day.