O WATCHMAN ON THE MOUNTAIN HEIGHT
1. O Watchman on the mountain
Proclaim the coming day;
Behold the spires of golden fires
Point upward far away.
Coming, yes, He’s coming, the
Day-spring from on high;
Coming, yes, He’s coming; the
promised hour is nigh;
Coming, yes, He’s coming; let all
the ransomed sing;
The hills are bright with shinning light; all hail the coming king!
2. O Watchman, bid the sleeping
Awake, arise, and pray;
The heavenly Bridegroom soon will
And now is on His way.
3. All hail to Zion’s glorious King,
By prophets long foretold;
Praise Him in song, ye angel throng,
Strike all your harps of gold.