The Morning Cry

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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 wak'ning band,
Watch, brethren, watch!
Clear is our Lord's command,
Watch, brethren, watch t
Be ye as men that wait
Always at their 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 labor will afford,
He will your work reward,
Work, brethren, work!
Hear we the Shepherd's voice,
Pray, brethren, pray!
Would ye His heart rejoice,
Pray, brethren, pray!
Sin calls for ceaseless fear,
Weakness needs the strong One near.
Long as ye struggle here,
Fray, brethren, pray!
Sound now the final chord,
Praise, brethren, praise!
Thrice holy is the Lord;
Praise, brethren, praise!
What more befits the tongues,
Soon to lead the angels' songs,
Whilst heaven the note prolongs?
Praise, brethren, praise.'