UP then, and linger not, thou saint of God,
Fling from thy shoulders each impending load ;
Be brave and wise, shake off earth's soil and sin,
That with the Bridegroom thou mayst enter in.
O 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 wing,
To meet the hosts of thy descending King ; -
And thou mayst rise !

Here's a thick throng of foes, afar and near ;
The grave in front, a hating world in rear ;
Yet flee thou canst not, victory must be won,
Ere fall the shadows of thy setting sun : -
And thou must fight.

Gird on thine 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.