Scripture Verse

For ye know not what hour your Lord doth come. Matthew 24:42

Introduction

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Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Ju­bi­lant Voic­es for Sun­day Schools and De­vo­tion­al Meet­ings, ed­it­ed by How­ard Doane et al. (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Hope Pub­lish­ing, 1905), num­ber 21.

Music: Co­lo­ra­do Springs W. How­ard Doane (🔊 pdf nwc).

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W. Howard Doane (1832–1915)

Lyrics

Church of Christ, thy Lord is call­ing;
Ope thine eyes, be­hold and see,
Precious souls, in chains of bond­age,
Pleading now for aid from thee.
Up and work for those that per­ish,
Haste, the time will soon be o’er;
Fold thy arms of love around them,
Church of Christ, O sleep no more.

Lo, again thy Lord is call­ing;
Preach the Word, its truth pro­claim;
Lift thy voice and, like a trum­pet,
Sound aloud Je­ho­vah’s name.
Boding clouds are in the dist­ance,
Billows foam, and surg­es roar,
Dark and wild the night is com­ing,
Church of Christ, O sleep no more.

Still again thy Lord is call­ing;
Take the lamp that once He gave;
Let its beams of peer­less glo­ry
Shine afar the lost to save.
Do His will and do it quick­ly,
For the time will soon be o’er;
He may come when least ex­pect­ed,
Church of Christ, O sleep no more.