Awake, O Lord, awake thy saints,
unite them all in one,
and use them now against thy foes:
Lord, take thy sling and stone!

Let Wales and England roused be!
O churches, sleep no more,
and be not drunk with wealth or wrath—
hark how the nations roar.

Holland begins to pledge you all
and sip the wrathful cup,
and peace with them you shall not make
lest you with Ahab sup.

Now wanton France is in a trance,
the English dance they find;
they seek themselves, they mind not Christ:
but Christ himself doth mind.

Woe is to Europe! Now the day
approacheth very nigh
of plague, flame, sword and hailstones great.
Woe Europe, blind and high!

Awake, O Lord, awake thy saints,
unite them all in one,
and use them now against thy foes:
Lord, take thy sling and stone!

Let Wales and England roused be!
O churches, sleep no more,
and be not drunk with wealth or wrath—
hark how the nations roar.

Holland begins to pledge you all
and sip the wrathful cup,
and peace with them you shall not make
lest you with Ahab sup.

Now wanton France is in a trance,
the English dance they find;
they seek themselves, they mind not Christ:
but Christ himself doth mind.

Woe is to Europe! Now the day
approacheth very nigh
of plague, flame, sword and hailstones great.
Woe Europe, blind and high!