Poetry: Christians! Awake!

We are living, we are dweiling, ín a grand and glorioua time; ÍD on age on ages telling, To be living - is sublime. Korkl the wak ing up of natione; Gog and Magog to the fray; Hark! what eoundsthï Is creation Groaning for italatterday? Haik. the onsetl Will ye io!' vour Faith-clad arms in lazy lockï Upl O Upl thoudrowsy soldier; Warlds are cliarging to the shock. World8r.re charging-Heaven beholding; Thou hastbut an hour to fight; Jiow the blazoned cross unfolding, On - right onward for the right. O let all the &oul wiihin you, For the truth's sake, go abroad! Strike! let evety nerve and sinevr Teil on ages - teil for God. Magog leadeth meny a vassal; Christ nis few - his llttle onea; But about our leagued castle Rear and vanguard are hissona! Sealed to blush, to cower never; Crossed. baptised, and bom again, Bworn to be His soldier ever, Oh! for Christ, at least be men!