Darkness ov­er­spreads us here,
But the night wears fast away;
Jacob’s star will soon ap­pear,
Leading on eter­nal day!
Now ’tis time to rouse from sleep,
Trim our lamps and stand pre­pared;
For our Lord strict watch to keep,
Lest He find us off our guard.

Let His peo­ple cour­age take,
Bear with a sub­miss­ive mind
All they suf­fer for His sake,
Rich amends they soon will find:
He will wipe away their tears,
Near Him­self ap­point their lot;
All their sor­rows, pains and fears,
Quickly then wilt be for­got.

Though al­rea­dy saved, by grace,
From the hour we first be­lieved;
Yet while sin and war have place,
We have but a part re­ceived:
Still we for sal­va­tion wait,
Every hour it near­er comes!
Death will break the pri­son gate,
And ad­mit us to our homes.

Sinners, what can you ex­pect?
You who now the Sav­ior dare;
Break His laws, His grace re­ject,
You must stand be­fore His bar!
Tremble, lest He say, De­part!
Oh, the hor­rors of that sound!
Lord, make ev­ery care­less heart,
Seek Thee while Thou may’st be found.