Lord, help us to en­sure
A lot among the blest,
And watch a mo­ment to se­cure
An ev­er­last­ing rest.

To damp our earth­ly joys,
T’increase our gra­cious fears,
Forever let th’arch­an­gel’s voice
Be sound­ing in our ears.

The sol­emn mid­night cry,
Ye dead, the Judge is come!
Arise, and meet Him in the sky,
And meet your in­stant doom!

O may we thus be found
Obedient to Thy word,
Attentive to the trump­et’s sound,
And look­ing for our Lord.