1 We are living, we are dwelling,
In a grand and awful time;
In an age on ages telling,
To be living is sublime. MIM 40.6
2 Hark! the waking up of nations,
Gog and Magog to the fray;
Hark! what soundeth? is creation
Groaning for its latter day? MIM 40.7
3 Will ye play, then, will ye dally,
With your music and your wine?
Up! it is Jehovah’s rally!
God’s own arm hath need of thine. MIM 40.8
4 Hark, the onset! will ye fold your
Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?
Up, O up, thou drowsy soldier;
Worlds are charging to the shock! MIM 40.9
5 Worlds are charging-heaven beholding;
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now the blazoned cross unfolding,
On-right onward, for the right. MIM 42.1