Morning Dawns

Watchman, tell me, does the morning Of fair Zion' s glory dawn? Have the signs that mark its coming Yet upon thy pathway shone? Pilgrim, yes! arise! look ' round thee! Light is breaking in the skies! Gird thy bridal robes around thee; Morning dawns! arise! arise!

Watchman, is the light ascending Of the grand Sabbatic year? Are the signs on earth portending That the kingdom now is here? Pilgrim, yes, I see just yonder Canaan' s glorious heights arise; Salem, too, appears in grandeur, Tow' ring ' neath its cloudless skies.

Pilgrim, see! the land is nearing, With its vernal fruits and flow' rs; On! just yonder-O how cheering! Bloom forever Eden' s bow' rs. Hark! the choral strains are ringing, Glory to the Lamb of God! Blessings to mankind he' s bringing, Even though with chast' ning rod.