Christian Watchfulness. Mark xiii. 37

Awake, my drowsy Soul, awake, And view the threat'ning Scene: Legions of Foes encamp around, And Treach'ry lurks within.

'Tis not this mortal Life alone These Enemies assail; All thine eternal Hopes are lost, If their Attempts prevail.

Now to the Work of GOD awake; Behold thy Master near; The various, arduous Task persue With Vigour and with Fear.

The awful Register goes on, Th' Account will surely come, And op'ning Day, or closing Night May bear me to my Doom.

Tremendous Thought! How deep it strikes! Yet like a Dream it flies, Till GOD's own Voice the Slumbers chase From these deluded Eyes.