THOU THAT SLEEPEST NOT AFRAID.

Thou that sleepest not afraid,

Men and angels thee upbraid;

Rise, cry, cry to God aloud,

Ere the swift hours weave thy shroud:

O, for Jesus’ sake,

Wake!

Thee full ill doth it beseem

Through the dark to drowse and dream;

In the dead-time of the night

Here is One can give thee light:

O, for Jesus’ sake,

Wake!

The year passeth — it and all

God shall take and shall let fall

Soon, into the whelming sea

Of His wide eternity:

O, for Jesus’ sake,

Wake!

Noiseless as the flakes of snow

The last moments falter and go;

The time-angel sent this way

Sweeps them like a drift away:

O, for Jesus’ sake,

Wake!

Loved and watch'd of heaven, for whom

The crowned Saviour there makes room,

Sleeper, hark! He calls thee, rise,

Lift thy head, and raise thine eyes!

Now, for Jesus’ sake,

Wake!