Watchman, tell me, does the morning
Of fair Zion's glory dawn?
Have the signs that mark its coming
Yet upon thy pathway shone?
Pilgrim, yes! arise! look 'round thee!
Light is breaking in the skies!
Gird thy bridal robes around thee;
Morning dawns! arise! arise!
Watchman, is the light ascending
Of the grand Sabbatic year?
Are the signs on earth portending
That the kingdom now is here?
Pilgrim, yes, I see just yonder
Canaan's glorious heights arise;
Salem, too, appears in grandeur,
Tow'ring 'neath its cloudless skies.
Pilgrim, see! the land is nearing,
With its vernal fruits and flow'rs;
On! just yonder—O how cheering!
Bloom forever Eden's bow'rs.
Hark! the choral strains are ringing,
Glory to the Lamb of God!
Blessings to mankind he's bringing,
Even though with chast'ning rod.