Watchman, Awake!

Over a dis­mal waste of years

Over the waves of blood and tears

Over the graves of the mar­tyred dead

Over the fields of the con­flict red

Over the tombs of the bur­ied past

Echoes the swell of the tem­pest blast.

Watchman

awake!

For the ram­parts are shak­ing!

Rise from thy slum­ber

The morn­ing now is break­ing!

See! the Mil­len­ni­um

Is sound­ing thro’ the sky

Zion

arise!

Your re­demp­tion is nigh.

Over the self­ish dreams of men

Over a world un­rea­dy then

Soon shall a deep­en­ing sha­dow fall

Ushering in at the trum­pet’s call

Christ the Re­deem­er

and Christ the King

Royally borne on the tem­pest wing.

Over the ori­ent hills aglow

Creeps from the twi­light rifts be­low

Omen of joy for the strick­en earth

Soon to re­joice in the se­cond birth

Bathing in light from the up­per sky

Brighter will grow as the ag­es fly.

Soon shall the smil­ing val­leys sing

Under the feet of Christ the King!

Echo shall hur­ry the song afar

Rolling the pæ­an from star to star;

Till on the rich gold­en harps on high

Angels will car­ry the tid­ings by.