Verse 1
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?”
Chorus
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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 4
Sound the alarm in the youthful ear,
Sound it aloud that the old may hear;
Blow ye the trumpet with all thy might,
Blow ye the trump till the light is past!