Anon.
HARK, ’tis the watchman’s cry,
Wake, brethren, wake!
Jesus, our Lord, 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!
2
Call to each waking 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!
3
Heed we the steward’s call,
Work, brethren, work!
There’s room enough for all,
Work, brethren, work!
This vineyard of our Lord
Constant labour will afford;
Yours is a sure reward:
Work, brethren, work!
4
Hear we the Shepherd’s voice,
Pray, brethren, pray!
Would ye His heart rejoice,
Pray, brethren, pray!
Sin calls for constant fear,
Weakness needs the strong One near:
Long as ye tarry here,
Pray, brethren, pray!
5
Now sound 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,
While heaven the note prolongs?
Praise, brethren, praise!