1. Lukewarm souls, the foe grows stronger,
    See what hosts your camp surround;
    Arm to battle, lag no longer,
    Hark, the silver trumpets sound.
    Wake, ye sleepers; wake, what mean you?
    Sin besets you round about;
    Up and search, the world’s within you,
    Slay or chase the traitor out.
  2. What enchants you—sloth or pleasure?
    Pluck right eyes, with right hands part;
    Ask you conscience, where’s your treasure?
    For be certain, there’s your heart.
    Give the fawning foe no credit;
    See the bloody flag unfurled;
    That base heart, the truth has said it,
    Loves not God that loves the world.
  3. God and mammon—oh, be wiser—
    Serve them both, it cannot be;
    Ease in warfare, saint and miser:
    These can never well agree.
    Shun the shame of basely falling,
    Cumbered captives clogged with clay;
    Prove your faith, make sure your calling,
    Wield the sword, and win the day.
  4. Onward press unto perfection,
    Watch and pray, and all things prove;
    To ensure your own election,
    Set your heart on things above.
    Shun backsliding, scorn dissembling,
    Seek salvation through and through;
    Work it out with fear and trembling—
    ’Tis your God that works in you.