Up, then, and linger not, thou saint of God,
Fling from thy shoulders each impeding load;
Be brave and wise, shake off earth's soil and sin,
That with the Bridegroom thou mayest enter in
Oh, watch and pray!
Clear hath the voice been heard, Behold, I've come
That voice that calls thee to thy glorious home,
That bids thee leave these vales and take swift
To meet the hosts of thy descending King;
And thou may'st rise!
Gird on thy armor; face each weaponed foe;
Deal with the sword of heaven the deadly blow;
Forward, still forward, till the prize divine
Rewards thy zeal, and victory is thine.
Win thou the crown.