1 Awake, awake, each sluggish soul!
Awake, and view the setting sun!
See how the shades of death advance,
Ere half the task of life is done.
2 Soon will he close our drowsy eyes,
Nor shall we hear these warnings more;
Soon will the mighty Judge approach:
E'en now he stands before the door!
3 O Saviour! let these awful scenes
Be ever present to our view;
Teach us to gird our loins about,
And trim our dying lamps anew.
4 Then, when the king of terror comes,
Our souls shall hail the happy day.
Haste, then, O Saviour! from above,
Nor let thy chariot-wheels delay!
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #821