Abide not in the realm of dreams,
O man, how­ev­er fair it seems;
But with clear eye the pre­sent scan,
And hear the call of God and man.

Think not in sleep to fold thy hands,
Forgetful of thy Lord’s com­mands;
From du­ty’s claims no life is free,
Behold, to­day hath need of thee.

The pre­sent hour al­lots thy task,
For pre­sent strength and pa­tience ask;
And trust His love whose sure sup­ply
Meets all thy need abun­dant­ly.