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,