Behold, I come, the Savior cries,
“With wingèd speed I come;
My voice shall call your souls away
To their eternal home.

“Awake, ye sons of sloth, awake;
Your vain amusements cease;
And strive with your united powers,
That ye be found in peace.

“Seize the blest hour with ardent haste,
Nor slight this peaceful word,
Lest your affrighted souls in vain
Fly from My flaming sword.

Happy the man, whose ready heart
Obeys the sacred call;
And shelters in My covenant grace
His everlasting all.

Blest Jesus, whose all searching eye
My inmost powers can see,
Dost Thou not know my willing soul
Has lodged that all with Thee?

These eager eyes Thy signal wait;
My dear Redeemer, come;
I rove a weary pilgrim here,
And long to be at home.