First Line: Sound the alarm ! Let the watchman cry ! —,

Sound the alarm ! Let the watchman cry ! —
Up ! for the day of the Lord is nigh ;
Who will escape from the wrath to come ?
Who have a place in the soul's bright home ?

Sound the alarm, watchman ! sound the alarm
For the Lord will come with a conquering arm
And the hosts of sin, as their ranks advance,
Shall wither and fall at His glance.

2 Sound the alarm ! Let the cry go forth,
Swift as the wind, o'er the realms of earth —
Flee to the Rock where the soul may hide !
Flee to the Rock ! in its cleft abide ! w

3 Sound the alarm on the mountain's brow !
Plead with the lost by the wayside now:
Warn them to come and the truth embrace
Urge them to come and be saved by grace.

4 Sound the alarm in the youthful ear;
Sound it aloud that the old may hear;
Blow ye the trump while the day-beams last !
Blow ye the trump till the light is past !