WATCHWORDS.

A hymn for the times.

1.

We are living,—we are dwelling

In a grand and awful time;

In an age, on ages telling,

To be living—is sublime.

2.

Hark! the waking up of nations,

Gog and Magog, to the fray;

Hark! what soundeth, is Creation’s

Groaning for its latter day.

3.

Will ye play, then! will ye dally,

With your music, with your wine?

Up! it is Jehovah’s rally!

God’s own arm hath need of thine.

4.

Hark, the onset! will ye fold your

Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?

Up, O up, thou drowsy soldier!

Worlds are charging to the shock.

5.

Worlds are charging—Heaven beholding;

Thou hast but an hour to fight;

Now, the blazon’d cross unfolding,

On—right onward, for the right!

6.

What! still hug thy dreamy slumbers?

’Tis no time for idling play:

Wreaths, and dance, and poet-numbers,

Flout them! we must work to-day!

7.

Fear not! spurn the worlding’s laughter;

Thine ambition—trample thou!

Thou shalt find a long Hereafter,

To be more than tempts thee now.

8.

Oh! let all the soul within you,

For the truth’s sake, go abroad!

Strike! let every nerve and sinew

Tell on ages—tell for God.

9.

Magog leadeth many a vassal;

Christ his few—his little ones;

But about our leaguer’d castle,

Rear and Vanguard are his sons!

10.

Seal’d to blush, to waver never;

Cross’d, baptized, and born agen,

Sworn to be Christ’s soldiers ever,

Oh, for Christ, at least, be men!