Heir of the kingdom, O why dost thou slumber?

Heir of the kingdom, O why dost thou slumber?Why art thou sleeping so near thy blest home?Wake thee, arouse thee, and gird on thine armor,Speed, for the moments are hurrying on.

Heir of the kingdom, say, why dost thou linger?How canst thou tarry in sight of the prize?Up, and adorn thee, the Saviour is coming;Haste to receive him descending the skies.

Earth's mighty nations, in strife and commotion,Tremble with terror, and sink in dismay;Listen, 't is naught but the chariot's loud rumbling;Heir of the kingdom, no longer delay.

Stay not, O stay not for earth's vain allurements!See how its glory is passing away;Break the strong fetters the foe hath bound o'er thee;Heir of the kingdom, turn, turn thee away.

Keep the eye single, the head upward lifted;Watch for the glory of earth's coming King;Lo! o'er the mountain-tops light is now breaking;Heirs of the kingdom, rejoice ye and sing.