Awake oh slumber to the light of thy calling
For the rest of thy soul leadest to thy destruction
Be thou awaken from thy weariness
For he that is near thee is gone in for harvest
While thou sleep thy soul to death
The wealth of thy Father is given to the servant of thy house
The sun bear witness to thy laziness thou lifted not thyself to do thy Father's bidding
For the love of rest have thou given thy soul to poverty
Even in the midst of prosperity
Now thou art lost thy dignity
For thy shame is known in all humanity
The price paid on thy soul have thou disregarded
Thou shall be lost in all enternity
Except thou return to thy redemption ground
Thou shall no longer be called son
For the price of thy sonship have thou brought to nothingness
Thou has brought reproach to thy Father's house
when will thou know that thou art lost?
Will thou go to grave before thou remember to do thy Father's will?
Thou criet for salvation
When thou needed to work out thy salvation
Thou art wise but ignorant
Of the things of this world thou art wise
Judgement is in thy terbernacle
Brighten up the little light within thee
That thou go not into total darkness
For thy find no pleasure in thy destruction
The love of thy Father is near thee
If only thou can draw near him
He await thy embrace at door of thy heart
For the Father love to have sweet fellowship with thee o son of man
Enter into his calling and close the door behind thee