Watchman, tell us of the night,
What
its signs of promise are.
Traveler,
over yon mountain’s height,
See
that glory beaming star.
Watchman,
does its beauteous ray
Aught
of joy or hope foretell?
Traveler,
yes—it brings the day,
Promised
day of Israel.
2
Watchman,
tell us of the night;
Higher
yet that star ascends.
Traveler,
blessedness and light,
Peace
and truth its course portends.
Watchman,
will its beams alone
Gild
the spot that gave them birth?
Traveler,
ages are its own
See,
it bursts over all the earth.
3
Watchman,
tell us of the night,
For
the morning seems to dawn.
Traveler,
darkness takes its flight,
Doubt
and terror are withdrawn.
Watchman,
let thy wanderings cease;
Hasten
to your quiet home.
Traveler,
lo! the Prince of Peace,
Lo!
the Son of God is come!