Sound the alarm ! Let the watchman cry ! â " Up ! for the day of the Lord is nigh ; Who will escape from the wrath to come ? " Who have a place in the soul's bright home ?
Sound the alarm, watchman ! sound the alarm For the Lord will come with a conquering arm And the hosts of sin, as their ranks advance, Shall wither and fall at His glance.
Sound the alarm ! Let the cry go forth, Swift as the wind, o'er the realms of earth â " Flee to the Rock where the soul may hide ! Flee to the Rock ! in its cleft abide ! w
3. Sound the alarm on the mountain's brow ! Plead with the lost by the wayside now: Warn them to come and the truth embrace Urge them to come and be saved by grace.
4. Sound the alarm in the youthful ear; Sound it aloud that the old may hear; Blow ye the trump while the day-beams last ! Blow ye the trump till the light is past !