Awake, thou careless world, awake! That final judgment day will surely come; What Heav’n hath fixed time cannot shake, Time never more shall sweep away thy doom. Know, what the Lord Himself hath spoken Shall come at last and not delay: Though Heav’n and earth shall pass away, His steadfast Word can ne’er be broken.
Awake! He comes to judgment, wake! Sinners, behold His countenance In beauty terrible, and quake Condemned beneath His piercing glance. Lo! He to whom all power is given, Who sits at God’s right hand on high, in fire and thunder draweth nigh, To judge all nations under Heaven.
Awake! thou careless world, awake! For none can tell how soon our God shall please That suddenly that day should break? No human wisdom fathoms depths like these. O guard thee well from lust and gree; For as the bird is in the snare, Or ever of its foe aware, So comes that day with silent speed.
Yet He in love delayeth long The final day, and grants us space To turn away from sin and wrong, And mourning seek in time His help and grace. He holdeth back that best of days, Until the righteous shall approve Their faith and hope, their constant love; So gentle us-ward are His ways!
But ye, O faithful souls, shall see That morning rise in love and joy, Your Savior comes to set you free, Your Judge shall all your bonds destroy: He, the true Joshua, then shall bring His people with a mighty hand Into their promised father-land, Where songs of victory they shall sing.
Rejoice! the fig tree shows her green, The springing year is in its prime, The little flowers afresh are seen, We gather strength in this great time; The glorious summer draweth near, When all this body’s earthly load, In light that morning sheds abroad, Shall was as sunshine pure and clear.
Arise, and let us night and day Watch for our Lord, and study o’er His Word, And in the Spirit ever pray, That we be ready when His call is heard; Arise, and let us haste to meet The Bridegroom standing at the door, That with the angels evermore We too may worship at His feet.
Praise God for His Word! from its pages divine Came the light of His love to this poor heart of mine: I had wandered afar in the byways of sin, When the light of His truth to my heart entered in.
Praise God for His grace which its pages unfold! For the story of love which will never grow old! For the light on life’s pathway which streams from its pages! Praise God for His Word, blessèd Book of the Ages!
Praise God for His Word; for the heavenly light It is sending afar into sin’s darksome night; For the hope which it gives, where before was despair, For the Heaven revealed, and the way leading there!
Praise God for His Word! not a promise shall fail; Whatsoe’er may oppose, still its truth will prevail: ’Tis the Word of our God and fore’er must endure; Earth and Heaven may pass, but it standeth secure.