Wake Christian no longer sleep
We've promises to keep
From Calvary a cross to bear
To Zion's walls a crown to wear
Shall tonight our beds be made?
When tonight the heathens fade
Shall in peace we rest our back
When others salvation lack
The shepherd's voice for long we knew
Onward then with strength renewed
The low valley and high mountains
Bold we march crossing fountains
Each dawn is a day made new
With hours that keep getting few
In bold and strength we rise and stand
Our king the lord himself commands
Wake Christian no longer sleep
We've promises to keep
And miles to go before we sleep
And miles to go before we sleep
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