1.A thrilling cry--we hear the sound;The faithful watchmen lift their voice;From land to land the world aroundIt bids the saints rejoice;Ye pilgrims, rise, break forth and singThe glorious coming of your King;The thrilling cry--we hear it sound,"Prepare to meet your Lord."2.Blow, watchmen, blow the certain sound,For dark and dangerous in the night;And daring scoffers gather roundThe evil servants smite.Ye faithful ones, the strict watch keep.With lamps well trimmed, and do not sleepThe thrilling cry--we hear it sound,"Prepare to meet your Lord."3.In earth's dark hour God's word gives light,Its rays dispel the thickening gloom;The path to glory now is brightThe Bridegroom soon will come.Then lift your voices, saints, and singYour sweetest strains to Zion's KingThe thrilling cry--we hear it sound,"Prepare to meet your Lord."