Christians, wake, no longer sleep;
Shall we rest while others weep?
Shall we sit with folded hands
When the Lord Himself commands?
Go and work! this hour begin;
Go and seek the lost to win;
From the dark abodes of sin,
To the feast, oh, bring them in!
Do we love the Savior’s name?
Can our faith His promise claim?
Have we pledged to Him our all?
Shall we not obey His call?
Do we trust Him as we ought?
Do we live as He has taught?
Are we His, and His alone?
Let our faith by works be shown.
There’s a cross that we must bear
If the crown we hope to wear:
Onward, then, with vigor new;
Time is short, the days are few.