First Line: Hark ! 'tis the watchman's cry,

Hark ! 'tis the watchman's cry,
Wake, brethren, wake !
Jesus Himself is nigh,
Wake, brethren, wake !
Sleep is for sons of night,
Ye are children of the light,
Yours is the glory bright,
Wake, brethren, wake !

2 Call to each wakening band,
Watch, brethren, watch !
Clear is our Lord's command,
Watch, brethren, watch !
Be ye as men that wait,
Ready at their Master's gate,
E'en though He tarry late,
Watch, brethren, watch !

3 Heed we the Master's call,
Work, brethren, work !
There's room enough for all :
Work, brethren, work !
This vineyard of the Lord
Constant labour doth afford ;
Yours is a sure reward,
Work, brethren, work !

4 Hear we the Shepherd's voice,
Pray, brethren, pray !
Would ye His heart rejoice ? —
Pray, brethren, pray !
Sin calls for ceaseless care, [near ;
Weakness needs the Strong One
Long as ye tarry here,
Pray, brethren, pray !