Watch, ye saints, with eyelids waking;
Lo!
The powers of heaven are shaking;
Keep
your lamps all trimmed and burning,
Ready
for your Lord’s returning.
Refrain
2
Lo!
the promise of your Savior,
Pardoned
sin and purchased favor,
Blood-washed
robes and crowns of glory;
Haste
to tell redemption’s story.
3
Kingdoms
at their base are crumbling,
Hark!
His chariot wheels are rumbling;
Tell,
O tell of grace abounding,
While
the seventh trump is sounding.
4
Nations
wane, though proud and stately;
Christ
His kingdom hasteneth greatly;
Earth
her latest pangs is summing;
Shout,
ye saints, your Lord is coming.
5
Sinners,
come, while Christ is pleading;
Now
for you He’s interceding;
Haste,
ere grace and time diminished
Shall
proclaim the mystery finished.