M. Bowring. Advent.
1 Watchman! tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are; Traveller! o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star! Watchman! does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell? Traveller! yes; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel!

2 Watchman! tell us of the night, Higher yet the star ascends; Traveller! blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman! will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveller! ages are its own; See, it bursts o'er all the earth.

3 Watchman! tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn; Traveller! darkness takes its flight; Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman! let thy wanderings cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home; Traveller! lo! the Prince of Peace, Lo! the Son of God, is come.

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