1 Watchman, are you growing weary,
Watching night and watching day?
Do the hours seem long and dreary
Till the shadows flee away?
Grasp the standard, hold it firmer,
Meet the foe 'midst shot and shell,
Heavenly rest will be the sweeter
If you do your duty well.

2 Christian, are thy crosses growing
Heavier, and the journey long?
Art thou saddened by the knowing
Right is conquered by the wrong?
Strive a little longer, bearing

All, though drooping spirits mourn, Crowns will be more worth the wearing If the cross is nobly borne.

If you do your duty well.

3 Brothers, sisters, toiling, sighing,
Seeking for the higher rest,
O the joy, when weary lying,

Lying on the Saviour's breast.
Where the parted have a meeting,
Nevermore to parted be,

There the angels shout their greeting,
All across the jasper sea.

4 Here is but the time of testing,

Time of battle, tears and pain; There the joy of sweetly resting, Nevermore to toil again.

Let us, then, bear all the sorrow God shall deem it wise and best; Soon will dawn the glorious morrow, With its sweet eternal rest.

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Dark and dreary is the way,

Weary I've come;

2 The summer sun was shining,
The sweat was on his brow;
He fainter grew and weary,
His step more weak and slow.
But he kept pressing onward,

For he was going home, And singing as he journeyed, "Deliverance will come." CHO.

3 I saw him in the evening,

When the sun was bending low, He'd reach the mountain's summit, The vales were all below, His weary march was closing,

Life's journey well nigh run, And he whispered as 'twas ending, "Deliverance will come." CHO.

4 His eyes were dim and heavy,
His strength entirely gone,
Therefore to him was given
A couch to lie upon;

They closed the blinds around him,
And locked him up alone,
That nothing might disturb him

Till his best Friend should come. CHO.

5 Hope made for him a pillow, And faith, a garment rare, To wrap him in his slumbers

Till Jesus should appear;
Then when the light of morning
Breaks in his little room,
He'll rise and cry, "Hosanna!
Deliverance has come!" CHO.

6 I heard the song of triumph
He sang upon that shore,
Saying, "Jesus has redeemed me,
To suffer never more ;"
And casting his eyes backward
On the race that he had run,
He raised the loud hosanna,
"Deliverance has come!" CHO.
J. B. MATTHIAS.