As The Bird, Whose Clarion Gay
Sounds Before The Dawn Is Grey,
Christ, Who Brings The Spirit’s Day,
Calls Us, Close At Hand:
‘Wake!’ He Cries, ‘And For My Sake,
From Your Eyes Dull Slumber Shake!
Sober, Righteous, Chaste, Awake!
At The Door I Stand!’

Lord To Thee We Lift On High
Fervent Prayer And Bitter Cry:
Hearts Aroused To Pray And Sigh
May Not Slumber More:
Break The Sleep Of Death And Time,
Forged By Adam’s Ancient Crime;
And The Light Of Eden’s Prime
To The World Restore!

Now Before Thy Throne, While We
Ask, Upon Our Bended Knee,
That This Blessing Granted Be,
And Thy Grace Implore;
Unto God The Father, Son,
Holy Spirit, Three In One,
One In Three, Be Glory Done,
Now And Evermore.