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!”