I

Watchman, from the height beholding,

Look towards the eastern sky;

Is the light of heaven unfolding?

Comes the radiant angel nigh,

Telling to our lost creation

Christ hath risen for our salvation?

II

Yea, He came to earth to save us,—

As a lamb, the Christ was slain;

For our Passover He gave us

His own flesh, in direst pain;

On a Cross of anguish dying,

Very God, our need supplying.

III

Watchman, from the height beholding,

Comes the angel through the gloom,

Ere the morning light unfolding

Fills the darkness of the tomb?

Comes the angel through the sadness,

Waking souls of men to gladness?

IV

See the gates of hades shaken;

Burst asunder is the prison;

Souls of men from bondage taken,

Praise the Lord, from death arisen;

Hail the Resurrection morning,

All our life with hope adorning.