846 | Christ in Song#847 | 848 |
1. A thrilling cry--we hear the sound;
The faithful watchmen lift their voice;
From land to land the world around
It bids the saints rejoice;
Ye pilgrims, rise, break forth and sing
The glorious coming of your King;
The thrilling cry--we hear it sound,
"Prepare to meet your Lord."
2. Blow, watchmen, blow the certain sound,
For dark and dangerous in the night;
And daring scoffers gather round
The evil servants smite.
Ye faithful ones, the strict watch keep.
With lamps well trimmed, and do not sleep
The thrilling cry--we hear it sound,
"Prepare to meet your Lord."
3. In earth's dark hour God's word gives light,
Its rays dispel the thickening gloom;
The path to glory now is bright
The Bridegroom soon will come.
Then lift your voices, saints, and sing
Your sweetest strains to Zion's King
The thrilling cry--we hear it sound,
"Prepare to meet your Lord."
Text Information | |
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First Line: | A thrilling cry--we hear the sound |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1908 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |