1. Watch, ye saints, with eyelids waking;
Lo! the pow'rs of heav'n are shaking;
Keep your lamps all trimmed and burning,
Ready for your Lord's returning.

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, oh, tell of grace abounding,
While the seventh trump is sounding.

4. Nations wane, though proud and stately;
Christ His kingdom hast'neth 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 myst'ry finished.