Scripture Verse

Watch…for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come. Matthew 24:42

Introduction

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Henry B. Hartzler
1840–1920

Words: Hen­ry B. Hartz­ler, in The Shin­ing Ri­ver, ed­it­ed by Hen­ry Per­kins & Will­iam O. Per­kins (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ol­iv­er Dit­son, 1875), num­ber 26.

Music: Hen­ry S. Per­kins, in The Ev­er­green (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Henry S. Perkins
1833–1914

Lyrics

Over a dismal waste of years,
Over the waves of blood and tears,
Over the graves of the martyred dead,
Over the fields of the conflict red,
Over the tombs of the buried past,
Echoes the swell of the tempest blast.

Refrain

Watchman, awake!
For the ramparts are shaking!
Rise from thy slumber,
The morning now is breaking!
See! the Millennium
Is sounding thro’ the sky,
Zion, arise!
Your redemption is nigh.

Over the selfish dreams of men,
Over a world unready then,
Soon shall a deepening shadow fall,
Ushering in at the trumpet’s call,
Christ the Redeemer, and Christ the King,
Royally borne on the tempest wing.

Refrain

Over the orient hills aglow,
Creeps from the twilight rifts below,
Omen of joy for the stricken earth,
Soon to rejoice in the second birth,
Bathing in light from the upper sky,
Brighter will grow as the ages fly.

Refrain

Soon shall the smiling valleys sing
Under the feet of Christ the King!
Echo shall hurry the song afar,
Rolling the pæan from star to star;
Till on the rich golden harps on high,
Angels will carry the tidings by.

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