WATCHMAN | AdventAI

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 23, 1861

WATCHMAN.

Watchman, tell me, does the morning Of fair Zion's glory dawn? Have the signs which 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, see the light is beaming Brighter still upon the way, Signs thro' all the earth are gleaming— Omens of the coming day. When the jubilee trumpet sounding, Shall awake from earth and sea, All the saints of God now sleeping, Clad in immortality.

Watchman, hail the light ascending, Of the grand Sabbatical year, All with voices loud proclaiming, The Messiah's kingdom near. Pilgrim, yes, I see just yonder Canaan's glorious heights arise; Salem, too, appears in grandeur, Towering 'neath its sunlit skies.

Watchman, in that golden city, Seated on his jasper throne, Zion's King, enthroned in beauty, Reigns in peace from zone to zone. Then, on sunlit hills and mountains, Where the golden sunbeams play, Purling streams and crystal fountains Sparkle in th' eternal day.

Watchman, see the land is nearing, With its vernal fruits and flowers, On just yonder—O, how cheering, Bloom forever, Eden's bowers! Hark! the choral strain then ringing, Wafted on the balmy air; See the millions; hear them singing, Soon the pilgrims will be there!