1 Watchman, tell me, does the morning
Of fair Zion's glory dawn?
Have the signs that mark its coming
Yet upon thy pathway shone?
Pilgrim, yes! arise, look round thee;
Light is breaking in the skies;
Gird thy bridal robes around thee,
Morning dawns, arise, arise!
2 Watchman, see, the light is beaming,
Brighter still upon thy way;
Signs through all the earth are gleaming,
Omens of the coming day
When the Jubal trumpet sounding,
Shall awake from earth and sea,
All the saints of God now sleeping,
Clad in immortality.
3 Watchman, hail, the light ascending,
Of the grand Sabbatic year;
All with voices loud proclaiming
That the kingdom's very near:
Pilgrim, yes, I see just yonder,
Canaan's glorious heights arise,
Salem too appears in grandeur,
Towering 'neath its sun-lit skies.
4 Watchman, in the golden city,
Seated on His jasper throne,
Zion's king enthroned in beauty,
Reigns in peace from zone to zone;
There on sun-lit hills and mountains,
Golden beams serenely glow;
Purling streams and crystal fountains,
On whose banks sweet flow'rets blow.
5 Watchman, see, the land is nearing,
With its vernal fruits and flowers,
On just yonder, O how cheering
Bloom forever Eden's bowers!
Hark! the choral strains are ringing,
Wafted on the balmy air,
See the millions, hear them singing,
Soon the pilgrim will be there.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Watchman, tell me, does the morning |
| Publication Date: | 1865 |
| Notes: | Public Domain |
| Tune Information | |
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| Name: | WATCHMAN, TELL ME |
| Key: | G Major |
| Source: | From the "Golden Censer" |
| Notes: | Public Domain. Dialogue |