Let Zion’s watchmen all awake
And take th’alarm they give;
Now let them, from the mouth of God
Their awful charge receive.
’Tis not a cause of small import
The pastor’s care demands;
But what might fill an angel’s heart
And filled a Savior’s hands.
They watch for souls for which the Lord
Did heav’nly bliss forego;
Those that have tasted His rich grace,
And seek His will to know.
All to the great tribunal haste
Th’account to render there;
And shouldst Thou strictly mark our faults
Lord, where should we appear?
May that same Jesus, whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer be;
And watch Thou daily o’er their souls,
That they may watch for Thee.