Oh Christians enchanted by the world,
Mindless in the Siren’s song,
Release the cords of thorn that curl
around one’s heart, making slumber strong.

Oh Christians caught in culture’s tide,
Who find relevance in many lies,
Turn to Him whose word provides
Truth for the soul and sight to the blind.

Oh Christians living private lives,
Sheltered inside walls of flesh,
With a light meant to shine outside
That points men to blood’s redress.

Oh Christians traveling in darkness way,
Formed from the shadow of evil deeds,
Repent and join the righteous fray,
And work to sow salvation seed.

The time for sleep has ended; our light must shine anew,
Gird yourself for battle, make haste for night is soon.