Be Active

Look ye

bro­thers

time is roll­ing

Rolling ra­pid­ly away;

Vesper bells will soon be toil­ing

Toiling for the dy­ing day;

Rouse thee

com­rades

nerve for la­bor

In life’s bat­tle

dare and do!

Boldly wield truth’s gleam­ing sa­ber

Vanquish wrong and right pur­sue.

Hark! the bu­gle sounds the ral­ly

Gird you

com­rades

for the fight;

Hark! the bu­gle sounds the ral­ly

Gird you for the fight.

Plant your stan­dard firm and fear­less

On the ci­ta­del of might;

Hard may seem the task and cheer­less

But the pro­mised crown is bright;

Poor your­self

you have for oth­ers

Wealth you may not

must not

keep:

Words of cheer for droop­ing bro­thers

Tears to shed with those who weep.

Smiles to cheer the lone one’s la­bor

Toiling o’er life’s wea­ry way

Bread to share with poor­er neigh­bors

Hungering

starv­ing ev­ery day;

Go to hearts that pine and per­ish

Wipe the flow­ing tears away;

Every smitt­en spir­it nour­ish

Drooping sad­ly by the way.

Carry glad­ness to the sigh­ing

Give your strength to bear the lame

Whisper com­fort to the dy­ing

Whisper soft­ly Je­sus’ name;

Up some hill or down some val­ley

Seek the lost to guide aright

Hark! the bu­gle sounds the ral­ly

Gird you

com­rades

for the fight.