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.

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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.

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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.

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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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