1 Let all the sons of light
Expect their Lord to come,
Unlooked for, in the dead of night,
A sleeping world to doom:
Let all who Jesus know,
To meet their God prepare,
And pass their every hour below
In watching unto prayer.

2 Long as I watch, I keep
The blessing once bestowed,
But forfeit, if again I sleep,
The richest grace of God;
Exposed and stripped of all,
Th’apostate’s doom I feel,
And from perfection’s summit fall
Into the deepest hell.