O Watchman On The Mountain Height,
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 Shining Light
All Hail The Coming King !

O Watchman, Bid The Sleeping Church
Awake, Arise, And Pray
The Heavenly Bridegroom Soon Will
And Now Is On His Way Come,

All Hail To Zion’s Glorious King,
By Prophets Long Foretold
Praise Him In Song, Ye Angel Throng,
Strike All Your Harps Of Gold.