O cry aloud and spare not,
Ye watch­men on the wall,
Unless we go to bat­tle
Our Zi­on here will fall.
Put on the Gos­pel ar­mor;
Put on the shoes of peace.
We’ll fight till He with glo­ry
Shall cause all wars to cease.

The mul­ti­tudes run blind­ly
Along the large, broad way.
They’re cry­ing peace and safe­ty
And know not what they say.
Wake up and sense the dan­ger,
My friends, be cleansed with­in;
Not just a car­nal Chris­tian,
Ye must be born again!