Ye Ministers, that are call'd to preaching

Ye Ministers, that are call'd to preaching, Teachers, and exhorters too; Awake! behold your harvest wasting! Arise! there is no rest for you.

To think upon that strict commandment, That God has on his teachers laid, The sinner's blood, who dies unwarned, Shall fall upon their Shepherd's head.

But oh! dear brethren, let's be doing, Behold the nation's in distress, The Lord of Hosts forbid their ruin, Before the day of grace is past.

We read of wars and great commotions, Before the great and dreadful day, Oh, Sinners! turn your sinful courses, And trifle not your time away.

But Oh! dear sinners, that's not all that's dreadful! You must before your God appear! To give an account of your transactions, And how you spent your time, when here.