Awake, beloved! Trust no spirit’s voice,
But try them fiercely, prove their source divine;
False prophets swarm like locusts, make their choice
To scatter lies where truth once used to shine.
The antichrist already moves unseen,
His spirit breathes through many in our day;
Deceivers whisper, twist what should have been,
And lead the careless down the broad, wrong way.
Yet here the certain test is plainly shown:
Confess that Jesus Christ in flesh has come—
True God made man, in mortal body known—
That spirit speaks from heaven’s very throne.
Stand guard, dear hearts, lest darkness claim its prize;
The Spirit of the Lord in truth abides.