Hark, How The Watchmen Cry

Hark, how the watchmen cry, Attend the trumpets sound! Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh, The powers of hell surround: Who bow to Christs command, Your arms and hearts prepare! The day of battle is at hand! Go forth to glorious war!

See on the mountain-top The standard of your God! In Jesus? Name I lift it up, All stained with hallowed blood. His standard-bearer, I To all the nations call, Let all to Jesus cross draw nigh! He bore the cross for all.

Go up with Christ your Head, Your Captains footsteps see; Follow your Captain, and be led To certain victory. All power to Him is givn, He ever reigns the same; Salvation, happiness, and Heavn Are all in Jesus Name.

Only have faith in God; In faith your foes assail, Not wrestling against flesh and blood, But all the powers of hell; From thrones of glory drivn, By flaming vengeance hurled, They throng the air, and darken Heavn, And rule the lower world.