Watchman, blow the gospel trumpet,
Every soul a warning give
Whosoever hears the message
May repent, and turn and live.
Sound it loud o’er every hilltop,
Gloomy shade and sunny plain;
Ocean depths repeat the message,
Full salvation’s glad refrain.
Sound it in the hedge and highway,
Earth’s dark spots where exiles roam;
Let it tell all things are ready,
Father waits to welcome home
Sound it for the heavy laden,
Weary, longing to be free;
Sound a Saviour's invitation,
Sweetly saying, “Come to me.”