Let Zion’s Watchmen All Awake

Let Zion’s watch­men all awake

And take the alarm they give;

Now let them from the mouth of God

Their aw­ful charge re­ceive.

’Tis not a cause of small im­port

The pas­tor’s care de­mands;

But what might fill an an­gel’s heart

And filled a Sav­ior’s hands.

They watch for souls

for which the Lord

Did heav’n­ly bliss fore­go;

For souls

which must for ev­er live

In rap­tures

or in woe.

All to the great tri­bun­al haste

The ac­count to ren­der there;

And shouldst Thou strict­ly mark our faults

Lord

where should we ap­pear?

May they that Je­sus

whom they preach

Their own Re­deem­er see;

And watch Thou dai­ly o’er their souls

That they may watch for Thee.