Watchman on the walls of Zi­on,
Tell, O tell us of the night;
Dost thou see the star of pro­mise?
Is it shin­ing clear and bright?
Hallelujah! hal­le­lu­jah!
O’er the mount­ain’s tow­er­ing height,
See it ris­ing and as­cend­ing;
Millions hail its wel­come sight.

Watchman on the walls of Zi­on,
Will Mes­si­ah they have slain,
Bring the ban­ished sons of Ju­dah
To their na­tive hills again?
Hallelujah! God is ever
Mindful of His chos­en race,
Tho’ in ex­ile, He’ll re­store them
To a fa­ther’s dear em­brace.

Watchman on the walls of Zi­on,
Tell us of the fu­ture times;
When shall peace and ho­ly un­ion
Bind the soul of ev­ery clime?
Where the spark of love and glo­ry,
Kindled to a liv­ing flame,
Make the heart of ev­ery Chris­tian
Feel and throb and burn the same.