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!
O watchman, bid the sleeping Church
Awake, arise, and pray;
The heavenly Bridegroom soon will come,
And now is on His way.
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!
All hail to Zion's glorious King,
By prophets long foretold;
Praise Him in song, ye angel throng,
Strike all your harps of gold.
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!