Scripture Verse

Watch and pray: for ye know not when the time is. Mark 13:33


Words: Anne Steele, Po­ems on Sub­jects Chief­ly De­vo­tion­al 1760.

Music: Ev­an Will­iam H. Hav­er­gal, 1847. Ar­ranged by Lo­well Ma­son, New Car­mi­na Sac­ra (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: 1850) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Lowell Mason (1792–1872)


When blooming youth is snatched away,
By death’s resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impressed
With awful power—I too must die—
Sink deep in every breast.

Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!
It bids us seize the present hour,
Tomorrow, death may come.

The voice of this alarming scene,
May every heart obey,
Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.

O let us fly, to Je­sus fly,
Whose pow­er­ful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes as­cend on high,
And triumph o’er the grave.

Great God, Thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart,
For death’s surprising hour.