1 Awake, ye Saints of God, awake! Call on the Lord in mighty prayer, That he will Zion's bondage break And bring to naught the fowler's snare. 2 He will regard his people's cry, The window's tear, the orphan's moan; The blood of those that slaughtered lie, Pleads not in vain before His throne! 3 Though Zion's foes have counselled deep, Although they bind with fetters strong, The God of Jacob does not sleep; His vengeance will not slumber long. 4 Then let your souls be stayed on God A glorious scene is drawing nigh; Though tempests gather like a flood, The storm, though fierce, will soon pass by. 5 With constant faith and fervent prayer, With deep humility of soul, With steadfast mind and heart prepare To see th'eternal purpose roll. 6 Our God in judgment will come near, His mighty arm he will make bare; For Zion's sake he will appear; Then O, ye Saints, awake, prepare! 7 Awake to righteousness, be one, Or saith the Lord, you are not mine! Yea, like the Father and the Son, Let all the Saints in union join.