First Line: Christians, wake, no longer sleep ,

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 ! . . .

2 Do we love the Saviour's Dame ?
Can our faith His promise claim ?
Have we pledged to Him our all ?
Shall we not obey His call ?

3 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.

4 There's a cross that we must bear
If the crown we hope to wear :
Onward, then, with vigour new :
Time is short, the days are few.