Watchmen on the walls of Zi­on,
What, O tell us, of the night?
Is the day-star now aris­ing?
Will the morn soon greet our sight?
O’er your vi­sion
Shine there now some rays of light?
O’er your vi­sion
Shine there now some rays of light?

Tell, O tell us, are the land­marks
On our voy­age all pass­èd by?
Are we near­ing now the ha­ven?
Can we e’en the land des­cry?
Do we tru­ly
See the hea­ven­ly king­dom nigh?
Do we tru­ly
See the hea­ven­ly king­dom nigh?

Light is beam­ing, day is com­ing!
Let us sound aloud the cry;
We be­hold the day-star ris­ing,
Pure and bright in yon­der sky!
Saints, be joy­ful;
Your re­demp­tion draw­eth nigh;
Saints, be joy­ful;
Your re­demp­tion draw­eth nigh.

We have found the chart and com­pass,
And are sure the land is near;
Onward, on­ward we are hast­ing;
Soon the ha­ven will ap­pear;
Let your voic­es
Sound aloud your ho­ly cheer;
Let your voic­es sound
Aloud your ho­ly cheer.