169. Heir Of The Kingdom

Heir of the Kingdom, O why dost thou slumber?
Why art thou sleeping so near thy blest home?
Wake thee, arouse thee, and gird on thine armor,
Speed, for the moments are hurrying on.

Earth’s mighty nations, in strife and commotions,
Tremble with terror, and sink in dismay;
Listen, ‘tis naught but the chariot’s loud rumbling;
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 thee away

Keep the eye single, the head upward lifted;
Watch for the glory of earth’s coming King;
Lo! O’er the mountain-tops light is now breaking,
Heir of the kingdom, rejoice ye and sing.

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