who now is the watchman, where stand some faithful men... |
The sentinel at his post does stand the watchman in his tower to guard the land in which they live against an evil power From out of lands of fire and smoke the mighty seal was broken Delivered forth from bondage there the fell beast was awoken Marching swift and marching strong the power is enraged trapping the people they compass in an iron cage Listen oh heavens stars above Great God, Please hear our cry Have mercy, please, deliver us our doom is coming nigh Like thunder rumbling across the land one hundred drums do beat they sap the hope from out mens souls and trample it with their feet a hero or a warrior is there no one left to fight where stands the faithful sentinel have they all now taken flight then a shrill blast on a trumpet, like a pure and golden song from out of the watchman's tower it was the battle gong it pierced into the darkness drew back the evil veil gave to the men new courage to go forward and prevail at early mornings coming, in battle they engaged and with the advancing nightfall they beheld his awful rage with the ensuing darkness his might was risen great he strode up unto the city and stood before the gate the beast bellowed forth a challenge to that tower in the night and the trumpeteer came forward without a sword, to fight his trumpet was of silver, brass, and lifted to his lips with every note that issued out brandished as a whip they fought for countless hours the watchman and the beast both growing very weary but not giving in the least then one final triumphant blast did ring it broke upon the clouds calling down the lightning with thunder terrible loud The power then was broken it is now lost among the sea and yet this poem remains to be read by you and me the fell beast has been forgotten so it will rise again who now is the watchman where stand some faithful men? |