Watchman, Tell Me

Watchman

tell me

does the morn­ing

Of fair Zi­on’s glo­ry dawn?

Have the signs that mark His com­ing

Yet up­on my path­way shone?

Pilgrim

yes

arise

look round thee

Light is break­ing in the skies;

Spurn the un­belief that bound thee

Morning dawns

arise

arise!

See the glo­ri­ous light as­cend­ing

Of the grand Sab­ba­tic year

Hark! the voic­es loud pro­claim­ing

The Mes­si­ah’s king­dom near;

Watchman

yes; I see just yon­der

Canaan’s glo­ri­ous heights arise;

Salem

too

ap­pears in gran­deur

Towering ’neath her sun­lit skies.

Pilgrim

in that gold­en ci­ty

Seated in the jas­per throne

Zion’s king

ar­rayed in beau­ty

Reigns in peace from zone to zone;

There

on ver­dant hills and mount­ains

Where the gold­en sun­beams play

Purling streams

and crys­tal fount­ains

Sparkle in th’eter­nal day.

Pilgrim

see

the light is beam­ing

Brighter still up­on thy way;

Signs through all the earth are gleam­ing

Omens of thy com­ing day

When the last loud trum­pet sound­ing

Shall awake from earth and sea

All the saints of God now sleep­ing

Clad in im­mor­tal­ity!

Watchman

lo

the land we’re near­ing

With its ver­nal fruits and flow­ers!

On just yon­der

O how cheer­ing!

Bloom for­ev­er Ed­en flow­ers.

Hark

the chor­al strains are ring­ing

Wafted on the bal­my air!

See the mill­ions! hear their sing­ing!

Soon the pil­grims will be there.