HARK! tis the watchman's cry Wake, brethren, wake Jesus Himself 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.

Call to each wakening band, Watch, brethren, watch Clears is our Lord's command, Watch, brethren, watch Be ye as men that wait Always at their Master's gate, E'en though He tarry late, Watch, brethren, watch.

Heed we the Steward's call Work, brethren,work There's room enough for all Work, brethren work This vineyard of the Lord Constant labour will afford He will your work reward Work, brethren, work

Hear we the Shepherd's voice Pray, brethren, pray Would ye His heart rejoice, Pray brethren, pray Sin calls for ceaseless fear, Weakness needs the Strong One near Long as ye struggle here Pray brethren, pray.

Sound now the final chord, Praise, brethren praise Thrice holy is the Lord Praise, brethren, praise What more, befits the tongues Soon to join the angels' songs? Whilst heav'n the note prolongs Praise, brethren, praise.