Heir of the kingdom, O why dost
Why art thou sleeping so near thy
Wake thee, arouse thee, and gird on thine armor,
Speed, for the moments are hurrying on.
Heir of the kingdom, say, why dost
How canst thou tarry in sight if the prize?
Up, and adorn thee, the Savior
Haste to receive Him descending
Earth’s mighty nations, in strife
Tremble with terror, and sink in dismay;
Listen, ‘tis nought but the chariot’s
Heir of the kingdom, no longer delay.
Stay not, O stay not for earth’s vain allurements!
See how its glory is passing away;
Break the strong fetters the foe hath bound o’er thee;
Heir of the kingdom, turn, turn
Keep the eye single, the head
Watch for the glory of earth’s coming King;
Lo! O’er the mountain tops light is
Heir of the kingdom, rejoice ye