Hark! How The Watchman Cry

Hark,  How the watchmen cry,

Attend the trumpet's sound!

Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh,

The powers of hell surround:

Who bow to Christ's 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 captain's footsteps see;

Follow your captain, and be led

To certain victory.

All power to Him is giv'n,

He ever reigns the same;

Salvation, happiness, and Heav'n

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 driv'n,

By flaming vengeance hurled,

They throng the air, and darken Heav'n

And rule the lower world.



"Hark, How The Watchman Cry"
(1749)
Words by Charles Wesley
(1707-1788)
English leader of the Methodist Church
and prolific hymn writer, who wrote
a record 6,500 hymns in his lifetime.