Awake! O ye sleepers, awake!
Or soon you will smart 'neath the rod!
Be thankful you're not in the lake,
That burns with the anger of God!
Your life as a vapour will prove,
Your days as a shadow will flee;
Then seek to have treasure above,
And struggle from sin to be free!
O sinners! be honest and yield
To the Spirit of God when He strives;
Or you will be slain in the field,
When He with His army arrives!
This Jesus shall conquer the world!
The proud and the lofty subdue!
With terrible banners unfurl'd,
Shall sift both believers and you:—
The poor, not because he is poor,
Nor the rich for his riches regard;
But thoroughly purging His floor,
Appoint unto each his reward!
Believers! who wish to be whole;—
A fountain long open hath been,
To wash out the spots of the soul,—
O hasten to wash and be clean!
When sin shall experience its death,
Then you the grand secret shall know;
Shall Heaven enjoy upon Earth,
And be happy and useful below!