Awake, O man, and from thee shake

This heavy sleep of sin!

Soon shall the Highest vengeance take,

Soon shall His wrath begin

To smite the wretched sinner home;

In awful terrors He shall come,

To mete to all on earth their due reward,

Only the righteous spares our angry Lord.

Come then, ye sinners, great and small,

Weeping and mourning sore,

Low down before his footstool fall,

And vow to sin no more.

In faith and godliness array

Your souls against that final day,

So shall ye 'scape His wrath, and blessed die,

Heirs of the kingdom with your Lord on high.

Oh lay to heart this wondrous thought,

Through what sore agony

And death was your redemption bought,

And to your Saviour flee

Ere yet to late; the world disown,

And fix your love on Christ alone,

And do His will; for at the final doom,

Those who dishonoured Him shall wrath consume.

Turn Thou us, and we shall be turned,

Thou broughtest back of old

Thy straying people, when they yearned

After their proper fold;

Even so forgive what we have done,

Accept us in Thy blessed Son,

And let Thy Holy Spirit be our guide,

That we may spread Thy praises far and wide!