UP then, and linger not, thou saint of God,

Fling from thy shoulders each impeding load;

Be brave and wise, shake off earth’s soil and sin,

That with the Bridegroom thou mayst enter in.

O  watch and pray!

Clear hath the voice been heard, Behold I’ve come—

 That voice that calls thee to thy glorious home,

That bids thee leave these vales and take swift wing,

To meet the hosts of thy descending King;—

And thou mayst rise!

Here’s a thick throng of foes, afar and near;

 The grave in front, a hating world in rear;

Yet flee thou canst not, victory must be won,

Ere fall the shadows of thy setting sun:—

And thou must fight.

Gird on thine armor; face each weaponed foe;

Deal with the Sword of heaven the deadly blow;

Forward, still forward, till the prize Divine

 Rewards thy zeal, and victory is thine;

Win thou the crown.

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