1 The Lord shall come in dead of night,
When all is stillness round;
How happy they whose lamps are bright,
Who hail the trumpet’s sound.
2 How blind and dead the world appears,
How deep her slumbers are,
Still dreaming that the day she fears
Is distant and afar.
3 Who spends his day in holy toil,
His talent used aright,
That he may haste, with heavenly spoil,
To meet his Lord that night?
4 Are you arousing from their sleep,
The saints who dare to rest,
And calling every one to keep
A watch more true and blest?
5 Wake up! my heart and soul, anew,
Let sleep no moment claim;
But hourly watch, as if ye knew
This night the Master came.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10675
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10675||The Lord Shall Come In Dead Of Night||The Lord shall come in dead of night||SAWLEY||Sarah B. Findlater; Johann C. Rube||CM||<cite>Frühlings-Blumen</cite>, 1712; Tr.: <cite>Hymns from the Land of Luther</cite>, third series, 1858|