And we come-we come From the sea of doom, To the Safety-Rock of ages; Shall the waves bestrew, When the great destruction rages. We have burst the meshes that Rome had twin'd, Like a serpent's coils, around us; We have cast her shackles to the wind, That sings of freedom round us; And our souls are free As the echoing sea, Old Erin's shores surrounding; While our hearts rejoice At the silvery voice Of the Gospel trumpet sounding. Oh! Spirit of life, and light, and love, To sin-smote hearts-Celestial Dove! Descend on wings of healing: Let our fatherland, From strand to strand, Still learn Redemption's story; Till her sons shall be All great and free, PROTESTANTS, AWAKE! PROTESTANT Fathers,-awake! You have slumber'd too long and securely, Ere the thunder-cloud over your spirit shall break, That is rising, though slowly, yet surely. Wake!-ere you waken in vain, When your hearths and your homes are invaded, When your sons and your daughters are fast in the chain Ere they bow them to Rome-be persuaded! Protestant Mothers,-awake! There are "wolves" looking into your fold, And "the lambs of your flock" for a booty will take They are waiting the time to lay hold. Oh! the children that play by your knee, Of their martyr'd forefathers be telling, Till a spirit is roused, that would dare to be free, Though a Pope should come into your dwelling. Protestant Husbands,-awake! It is time you should watch and beware, For the wives of your bosom your homes may forsake, Should they fall in the Jesuit snare. It has been-it may be again; 'Tis too late, when 'tis done, to repent it; Teach your partners "the truth," like true Protestant men, And so do your parts to prevent it. Protestant wives,-be awake! Why not urge on your husbands to glory? You must move them the "sword of the Spirit" to take, And be famous in Protestant story 1 Cheer them 'mid trial and scorn, Endur'd when the faith is defended; Bid them look through the night to millenial morn, When Antichrist's day shall be ended. Protestant Pastors,—awake! You are "watchmen of Zion"-you know it! Would ye "her beautiful garments" she'd take?- Will ye her glory?—then shew it! and publish"the Word," Take up, Where the Harlot of Babylon brands it, And call out, "A people prepared for the LORD" Dare to do it!-Jehovah commands it! Protestants, all,--be awake! Young and old-rich and poor to your duty! Oh! never the cause of your Master forsake, Till the King shall appear " in His beauty." Then shall the warfare be done; Until then you must up and be doing; Thongh you fail you must fight till the battle be won, And, though faint, you must still be pur suing! |