1 Church of Christ! awake, arise!
Let not slumber seal your eyes;
Let not joy, nor grief, nor fear,
Fill your heart, or close your ear:
For the clouds begin to roll
Which shall spread from pole to pole.
2 Church of Christ! till His dread day.
All shall eat, and drink, and play.
As though God nor cared nor knew
What an evil world could do;
Yet the wrath shall come at last,
And the day of grace be past!
3 Church of Christ! like lightning’s glance
Flashing over heaven’s expanse,
Shall the Son of Man appear—
Watch and mark; the hour is near:
Blessèd those the Lord will find—
Woe to all those left behind.