1.

Wake up, O soul; be clothed in pow’r divine.
Wait not, O soul; be nourished in the Vine.
By faith lay hold of glory from above.
Be fully armed with fervent zeal and love.

2.

The autumn’s here, and fields of work are great.
Time’s end is near; break free ere it’s too late.
There’s need for souls who have the Spirit’s fire,
Who fight with zeal ’gainst sin and never tire.

3.

See, Satan’s pow’r upon the earth prevails.
Though dark the hour, Christ’s cov’nant never fails.
When battles rage, our God indeed is nigh.
We’ll overcome, with banners lifted high.

4.

It soon is night; our time to work will end.
Is your lamp bright? Where is your treasure, friend?
Have you become a light and salt on earth?
Does Jesus Christ alone for you have worth?

5.

We soon shall hear the trumpet in the skies,
For dawn is near; we’ll hearken and arise.
We’ll then go home to heaven’s mansion fair;
Eternal joy together we will share.

Written by Aksel J. Smith (published in 1947)Composed by Arthur SkredeText © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ F