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 !
2. O watchman, bid the sleeping Church Awake, arise, and pray ; The heavenly Bridegroom soon will come, 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.