Church of Christ! awake, arise!
Let not slum­ber seal your eyes;
Let not joy, nor grief, nor fear,
Fill your heart, or close your ear:
For the clouds be­gin to roll
Which shall spread from pole to pole.

Church of Christ! till His dread day.
All shall eat, and drink, and play.
As though God nor cared nor knew
What an ev­il world could do;
Yet the wrath shall come at last,
And the day of grace be past!

Church of Christ! like light­ning’s glance
Flashing ov­er hea­ven’s ex­panse,
Shall the Son of Man ap­pear—
Watch and mark; the hour is near:
Blessèd those the Lord will find—
Woe to all those left be­hind.