The sands are falling ;
Pray, brethren, pray !
God's voice is calling.
Yon turret strikes the dying chime ;
We kneel upon the verge of time :
Eternity is drawing nigh !
Eternity is drawing nigh !
2 Praise, brethren, praise !
The skies are rending ;
Praise, brethren, praise !
The fight is ending ;
Behold, the glory draweth near,
The King Himself will soon appear :
3 Watch, brethren, watch !
The year is dying ;
Watch, brethren, watch !
Old time is flying !
Watch as men watch the parting breath,
Watch as men watch for life or death :
4 Look, brethren, look !
The day is breaking ;
Hark, brethren, hark !
The dead are waking :
With girded loins all ready stand ;
Behold, the Bridegroom is at hand !
Eternity is drawing nigh !
Eternity is drawing nigh ! is drawing nigh !