1 Look ye, brothers, time is rolling,
Rolling rapidly away;
Vesper bells will soon be toiling,
Toiling for the dying day;
Rouse thee, comrades, nerve for labor,
In life’s battle, dare and do!
Boldly wield truth’s gleaming saber,
Vanquish wrong and right pursue.
Refrain:
Hark! the bugle sounds the rally,
Gird you, comrades, for the fight;
Hark! the bugle sounds the rally,
Gird you for the fight.
2 Plant your standard firm and fearless,
On the citadel of might;
Hard may seem the task and cheerless,
But the promised crown is bright;
Poor yourself, you have for others
Wealth you may not, must not, keep:
Words of cheer for drooping brothers,
Tears to shed with those who weep. [Refrain]
3 Smiles to cheer the lone one’s labor,
Toiling o’er life’s weary way,
Bread to share with poorer neighbors,
Hungering, starving every day;
Go to hearts that pine and perish,
Wipe the flowing tears away;
Every smitten spirit nourish,
Drooping sadly by the way. [Refrain]
4 Carry gladness to the sighing,
Give your strength to bear the lame,
Whisper comfort to the dying,
Whisper softly Jesus’ name;
Up some hill or down some valley,
Seek the lost to guide aright,
Hark! the bugle sounds the rally,
Gird you, comrades, for the fight. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12105