1 O watchman on the mountain height,
Proclaim the coming day;
Behold the spires of golden fires
Point upward far away.

Refrain:
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. [Refrain]

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. [Refrain]