HARK, how the watchmen cry,
By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M.
      1 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!

      2 See on the mountain-top
      The standard of your God!
      In Jesu's name I lift it up,
      All stained with hallowed blood.
      His standard-bearer, I
      To all the nations call,
      Let all to Jesu's cross draw nigh!
      He bore the cross for all.

      3 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 given,
      He ever reigns the same;
      Salvation, happiness, and heaven
      Are all in Jesu's name.

      4 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 driven,
      By flaming vengeance hurled,
      They throng the air, and darken heaven,
      And rule the lower world.