Words: , 1736. Dodd­ridge wrote this hymn at Floore, North­amp­ton­shire, Eng­land, prob­ab­ly for the or­din­a­tion of a min­is­ter there.

Music: Cor­nell, (1828-1894). Al­ter­nate tunes:

Let Zion’s watchmen all awake
And take th’alarm they give;
Now let them, from the mouth of God
Their awful charge receive.

’Tis not a cause of small import
The pastor’s care demands;
But what might fill an angel’s heart
And filled a Savior’s hands.

They watch for souls for which the Lord
Did heav’nly bliss forego;
Those that have tasted His rich grace,
And seek His will to know.

All to the great tribunal haste
Th’account to render there;
And shouldst Thou strictly mark our faults
Lord, where should we appear?

May that same Jesus, whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer be;
And watch Thou daily o’er their souls,
That they may watch for Thee.