1. Hark! ’tis the watchman’s cry:
Wake, brethren, wake!
Jesus our Lord 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 waking band,
Watch, brethren, watch;
Clear is our Lord’s command,
Watch, brethren, watch.
Be ye as they that wait
Always at the Bridegroom's gate;
E’en though he tarry late,
Watch, brethren, watch.
3 Hear we the Saviour's voice,
Pray, brethren, pray!
Would ye his heart rejoice?
Pray, brethren, pray.
Sin calls for constant fear;
Weakness needs the Strong One near;
Long as ye struggle here,
Pray, brethren, pray.
4 Now sound the final chord,
Praise, brethren, praise!
Thrice holy is our Lord;
Praise, brethren, praise!
What more befits the tongues,
Soon to lead the angels’ songs,
While heaven the note prolongs,
Praise, brethren, praise!
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient and modern #493