When a careless world is sleeping,
Then it is the day will come;
Mirth shall then be turned to weeping,
Sinners then shall meet their doom:
But the people of the Lord
Shall obtain their bright reward.
Waiting for our Lord’s returning,
Be it ours His word to keep;
Let our lamps be always burning,
Let us watch while others sleep;
We’re no longer of the night,
We are children of the light.
Being of the blessed number
Whom the Savior calls His own,
‘Tis not meet that we should slumber
When the night is almost gone,
And from heaven is heard the cry
Which proclaims the Bridegroom nigh.