Sound the Alarm!

Sound the al­arm! Let the watch­man cry!

Up! for the day of the Lord is nigh;

Who will es­cape from the wrath to come?

Who have a place in the soul’s bright home?

Sound the alarm

watch­man! Sound the alarm!

For the Lord will come with a con­qu’ring arm;

And the hosts of sin

as their ranks ad­vance

Shall wi­ther and fall at His glance.

Sound the alarm! Let the cry go forth

Swift as the wind

o’er the realms of earth;

Flee to the rock where the soul may hide!

Flee to the rock! in its cleft ab­ide!

Sound the alarm on the mount­ain’s brow!

Plead with the lost by the way­side now:

Warn them to come and the truth em­brace;

Urge them to come and be saved by grace.

Sound the alarm in the youth­ful ear;

Sound it aloud that the old may hear;

Blow ye the trump while the day-beams last!

Blow ye the trump till the light is past!