Church of God, Awake (Bugbee)

Church of God

whose con­quer­ing ban­ners

Float along the glo­ri­ous years

Gathering har­vest rich and gold­en

Sowed in po­ver­ty and tears;

Onward press

the cross is bend­ing

Far to­ward the morn­ing skies

Speedy dawn of light por­tend­ing

Church of God

awake! arise!

Church of God

awake! arise!

Christ

your head and mas­ter

cries

Send the Gos­pel’s joy­ful sound

Unto earth’s re­mot­est bound.

In your cost­ly tem­ples pray­ing

Let Thy king­dom come

we pray

Are but words of idle mean­ing

If with these we turn away.

Boundless wealth to you is giv­en

From His hand who owns it all

And His eye be­holds in Heav­en

What ye ren­der back for all.

Grace and glo­ry He hath sent you

Cast your line in plac­es fair;

Scatter bless­ings now

He bids you

O’er His green earth ev­ery­where.

Till the mill­ions in the twi­light

Of the far off Or­ient land

In the gra­cious morn­ing splen­dor

Of the Gos­pel light shall stand.