American church, wake up

 

The work is great, laborers are few.

Half hearted service just won’t do!

unprofitable servants at best—

Vile, lukewarm, and carnal the rest

Have we done that which is our duty

Have we fulfilled Jesus’ decree?

Are we a lukewarm, distasteful spring?

Nauseating to our own King?

Will we heed the King’s rebuking voice

Will we, His bride, make the right choice?

We must return to Him, our first Love

And heed His warning from above

Let us no more put off or delay

 Or be un prepared for that day

As a thief in the night, shall he come

To take all of His servants home

Check the oil, trim your lamps, burn them bright!

Fill the world with marvelous light!

Oh American church, wake from sleep,

Your mission can no longer keep

Quit your self-indulgence and arise!

Serve the Master of earth and skies.

Your life is not for leisure or ease

Nor for you your lusts to appease

The wrong path will end in disaster.

You can only serve one master

Oh Lord, turn our nation back to You

You are just in all You do

Be done on earth, as in heav’n Your will

We would plead for your mercy still.

When all the nations start assembling

To drink from the cup of trembling

You will have the final victory

You alone will write history.

 

Sep 29, 2025