O brother, be faithful! the city of gold,
Prepared for the good and the blest,
Is waiting its portals of pearl to unfold,
And welcome thee into thy rest;
Then brother, prove faithful! not long shall we stay,
In weariness here and forlorn;
Time’s dark night of sorrow is wearing away,
We haste to the glorious morn.
O brother, be faithful! He soon will descend,
Creation’s Omnipotent King,