Friday, August 27, 2010

The Night Watchman

The Night Watchman sits upon the wall
High enough to see the city, all
Far enough to view her all around
Close enough to blow the trumpet sound

His work is set by God alone
Who sits enthroned o’er all the world
He is above all His created work
Yet close enough to see every deed

The watchman has his place from God
To watch over those that sleep at night
He gets his rest while the sun is hot
His rest complete, watching over the night

The moon and starts to brighten his task
His friends in bed, sleep through the night
His time is spent in his heavenly call
For the enemy waits hoping for his fall

But God is true and keeps him awake
He walks about to the city’s gates
He looks afar over all the land
Assured that all is well, he stands

His eyes wide open, no place for sleep
His ears too listen for the slightest sound
For the city rests trusting in his guard
But the dangers lurk for the enemies near

The day times bright and the enemy knows
His work must be where the darkness holds
All the people are in their beds asleep
His opportunity waits for vigilance to fail

Be on your guard, your soul he wants
A treasure for him is your body’s use
With him inside ruling over you, his slave
His work is complete with you in the grave

So watchman, watchman what of the night
The morning comes, your freedom in sight
Your rest awaits, your shadows must flee
The dawn your delight, the sun you do see

The peace of the city is your beckon call
Your work so important as you watch from the wall
You’re not alone for the wall is quite long
Your company all awake to keep their charge

So watchman, watchman what of the night
You vigil in moonlight as you watch over our site
The city does slumber in vulnerable sleep
Your charge so important, you awake while we rest

For man without God knows not the light
In daytime he’s still walking in continual night
He knows not the vigil to keep his own soul
His sins are a doorway, no watchman does guard

His soul so vulnerable to the enemies
He knows not the danger that transgression brings
He stumbles about as he walks in the day
The night comes, same thing, he knows not the way

His end comes early, lest he change his ways
For his house is open to whatever come may
No guard at the doorpost to protect his store
The robber comes daily from he knows not where

Be not like this blind man that’s captured by sin
Be vigilant for your life ends not at the grave
Accounts must be given for each day’s tasks
And lovers of pleasure will have nothing that lasts

Stand on the vanguard as watchmen of the night
God calls all to duty for the soul is at stake
Some go to perdition, some eternal life
For one day there is Judgment over every detail

Have peace with your maker, the Lord Jesus Christ
God’s Son yet Creator and Righteous Judge on that Day
When souls of the faithful give account to Him
And souls of the faithless God the Father will Judge

The matters concluded when all judgment is past
The sheep on the right hand, the goats on the left
Best follow the good Shepherd of every righteous soul
For the unbelieving and rebellious, woe, woe, woe!

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