Poetry

Awake! ye Saints of God awake! With constant faith and fervent prayer

Call on the Lord in Mighty pray'r, With deep humility of soul-

That he will Zion's bondage break, With steadfast mind and heart prepare,

And bring to nought [naught] the fowler's snare. To see th' eternal purpose roll.

He will regard his people's cry- For God in judgment will come near;

The widow's tear-the orphans moan! His mighty arm he will make bare:

The blood of those that slaughter'd lie For Zion's sake he will appear-

Plead's not in vain before his throne! Then O ye Saints! awake! prepare!

Tho' Zion's foes have counsel'd deep, Awake to union and be one,

Altho' they bind with fetters strong- Or saith the Lord you are not mine.

The God of Jacob does not sleep, Yea, like the Father and the Son,

His vengeance will not slumber long. Let all the Saints, in union join.

Then let your souls be stay'd on God-

A glorious scene is drawing nigh!

Tho' tempests gather like a flood,

The storm, tho fierce, will soon pass by. E. R. S.