Why sleep we, my breth­ren? Come, let us arise,
O, why should we slum­ber in sight of the prize?
Salvation is near­er, our days are far spent,
O, let us be ac­tive; awake! and re­pent.

O, how can we slum­ber! The Mas­ter is come,
And call­ing on sin­ners to seek them a home;
The Spi­rit and Bride now in con­cert unite,
The wea­ry they wel­come, the care­less in­vite.

O, how can we slum­ber! Our foes are awake;
To ru­in poor souls ev­ery ef­fort they make;
T’ac­comp­lish their obj­ect no means are u­ntried,
The care­less they com­fort, the wake­ful mis­guide.

O, how can we slum­ber! When so much was done,
To pur­chase sal­va­tion by Je­sus the Son!
Now mer­cy is prof­fered, and jus­tice dis­played,
Now God can be hon­ored, and sin­ners be saved.

O, how can we slum­ber! when death is so near,
And sin­ners are sink­ing to end­less des­pair;
Now pray­ers may avail, and they gain the high prize,
Before they in tor­ment shall lift up their eyes.

O, how can ye slum­ber! Ye sin­ners, look round,
Before the last trum­pet your hearts shall con­found;
O, fly to the Sav­ior, He calls you to­day;
Where merc­y is wait­ing, O make no de­lay.