| The world is very evil; The times are waxing late: Be sober and keep vigil; The Judge is at the gate: The Judge who comes in mercy, The Judge who comes with might, To terminate the evil, To diadem the right. | | Arise, arise, good Christian, Let right to wrong succeed; Let penitential sorrow To heavenly gladness lead: To the home of fadeless splendour, Of flowers that bear no thorn, Where they shall dwell as children, Who here as exiles mourn; | | 'Mid power that knows no limit, And wisdom free from bound, Where rests a peace untroubled, Peace holy and profound, O happy, holy portion, Refection for the blest, True vision of true beauty, Sweet cure for all distrest! | | Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! Thou hast no time, bright day! Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away! Strive, man, to win that glory; Toil, man, to gain that light; Send hope before to grasp it, Till hope be lost in sight. | | O sweet and blessèd country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest, Who art with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. | |