Hymn

Wake, O wake, the world from sleeping! Comfort ye the house of Israel,

Watchman, watchman, stand in power- They are pardon'd, gather them;

Hear the Savior now exclaiming: Hear the watchman's proclamation,

'Tis the last-th' eleventh hour! Jews rebuild Jerusalem.

Lo! the lion's left his thicket; Soon the Jews will know their error,

Up ye watchmen, be in haste, How they killed the Holy One,

The destroyer of the Gentiles And they'll mourn and shout hosanna!

Goes to lay their cities waste. This the beloved Son.

Bring the remnants from their exile, Sound the trumpet with the tidings,

For the promise is to them; Call in all of Abrams seed,

Japhet's ruled the world his time out, Though the Gentiles may reject it,

He must leave the tents of Shem. Christ will come in very deed. W. W. P.