Why sleep ye, my brethren? come, let us arise
P. M.
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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!
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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.
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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 prizeBefore they in torment shall lift up their eyes.
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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!