O cry aloud and spare not, Ye watchmen on the wall, Unless we go to battle Our Zion here will fall. Put on the Gospel armor; Put on the shoes of peace. We’ll fight till He with glory Shall cause all wars to cease.
The multitudes run blindly Along the large, broad way. They’re crying peace and safety And know not what they say. Wake up and sense the danger, My friends, be cleansed within; Not just a carnal Christian, “Ye must be born again!”
Sweetly dawns the Sabbath morning On the world, so full of care; Bidding man forget his labor, Calling to the house of prayer. O sweet and strong, His saints among, We sing to God our Sabbath song, Our Sabbath song, our Sabbath song, We raise to Christ our Sabbath song.
’Tis the day when man’s Redeemer Rose triumphant o’er the grave; Sealing thus His work completed, Telling thus His power to save. Then loud and long, to Christ so strong To save the lost, we raise our song, Our Sabbath song, our Sabbath song, We raise to Christ our Sabbath song.
’Tis the day whose rest and gladness Show what all my life should be; Yielding all by faith to Jesus, Finding Jesus all in me. O how I long, in Christ made strong, To sing each day faith’s Sabbath song, Faith’s Sabbath song, faith’s Sabbath song, I’d sing each day faith’s Sabbath song.
’Tis the day whose calm, so holy Shadows forth the better rest, Where the crownèd saints are singing With their Lord, supremely blest. ’Twill not be long, till ’mid that throng, We sing th’eternal Sabbath Song, Heav’n’s Sabbath song, Heav’n’s Sabbath song, We’ll sing th’eternal Sabbath song.