1 "Behold, I come," the Savior cries,
“With wingèd speed I come;
My voice shall call your souls away
To their eternal home.

2 “Awake, ye sons of sloth, awake;
Your vain amusements cease;
And strive with your united powers,
That ye be found in peace.

3 “Seize the blest hour with ardent haste,
Nor slight this peaceful word,
Lest your affrighted souls in vain
Fly from My flaming sword.

4 "Happy the man, whose ready heart
Obeys the sacred call;
And shelters in My covenant grace
His everlasting all."

5 Blest Jesus, whose all searching eye
My inmost powers can see,
Dost Thou not know my willing soul
Has lodged that all with Thee?

6 These eager eyes Thy signal wait;
My dear Redeemer, come;
I rove a weary pilgrim here,
And long to be at home.