O ye watchman, sound the trumpet,
Sound it far and near,
Lo! the morn of Gospel freedom
Comes the world to cheer.
Lift the cross, and wave its banner;
Shout the joyful strain,
Christ the Lord, the King of Glory,
Over all shall reign.
See Him riding on to conquer;
See a countless throng;
Swell their ranks, and while they follow,
Hear the mighty song.
See their armor, how it glitters
In the morning light,
While the powers of sin and darkness
Tremble at the sight.
Every foe shall yet be vanquished,
Strife and wrong shall cease;
All the world shall own His scepter,
Christ the Prince of Peace.