Watchman Tell Me { Watchman Tell Me WOODLAND-Nathaniel D. Gould IS NOT THIS THE LAND OF BEULAH?-William Batchelde r Bradbury Watchman, Tell Me } Watchman, tell me, does the morning Of fair Zion's glory dawn; Have the signs that mark His coming, Yet upon my pathway shone? Pilgrim, yes, arise, look round thee, Light is breaking in the skies; Spurn unbelief that bound thee, Morning dawns, arise, arise! See the glorious light ascending Of the grand Sabatic year, Hark! the voices loud proclaiming The Messiah's kingdom near; Watchman, yes; I see just yonder, Canaan's glorious heights arise; Salem, too, appears in grandeur, Tow'ring 'neath her sunlit skies. Pilgrim, in that golden city, Seated in the jasper throne, Zion's King, arrayed in beauty, Reigns in peace from zone to zone; There, on verdant hills and mountains, Where the golden sunbeams play, Purling streams, and crystal fountains, Sparkle in th' eternal day. Pilgrim see! the light is beaming Brighter still upon the way; Signs thro' all the earth are gleaming Omens of the coming day, When the last loud trumpet sounding Shall awake from earth to sea, All the saints of God now sleeping, Clad in immortality.