UP, up, my soul, the long-spent time redeeming ;
Sow thou the seeds of better deed and thought ;
Light other lamps, while yet the light is beaming ;
The time, the time is short.

Think of the eyes that often weep in sadness,
Seeing not the truth that God to thee hath taught ;
O bear to them this light and joy and gladness ;
The time, the time is short.

Think of the feet that stray from misdirection,
And into snares of error's doctrine brought :
Bear then to them these tidings of salvation ;
The time, the time is short.

The time is short. Then be thy heart a brother's
To every heart that needs thy help in aught.
How much they need the sympathy of others !
The time, the time is short.