|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
My breth’ren all, on you I call,
Arise and look around you,
How many foes, bound to oppose,
Who’re waiting to confound you!
The gospel calls on Zion’s walls,
Shake off your sleep and slumber;
Arise and pray, we’ll win the day,
Though we are few in number.
MY brethren all, on you I call,, Stanza 1