Why sleep ye, my brethren? come, let us arise

Why sleep ye, my brethren? come, let us arise;
O, why should we slumber in sight of the prize?
Salvation is nearer, our day is far spent,
O, let us be active; awake, and repent!

O, how can we slumber? the Master will come,
He 's calling on sinners to seek them a home;
The Spirit and Bride now in concert unite,
The weary they welcome, the careless invite.

O, how can we slumber? the judgment is near,
And sinners are crowding to endless despair;
Now prayer may avail, they may gain the high prize
Before they in torment shall lift up their eyes.

O, how can ye slumber? ye sinners, look round,
Before the last trumpet your heart shall confound;
O, fly to the Savior! he calls you to-day;
While mercy is waiting, O, make no delay!