“Watchman! What of the Night?”

by Marco Barone

“Watchman! Watchman! What of the night? Watchman! What of the night?” The morning comes, always comes But comes through the darkest night! Awful, oppressive night . . .

“Watchman! Watchman! What of God’s world? Watchman! What of God’s world?” It is embraced in the reconciling Word But it is pierced by a poisonous sword Terrible, poisonous sword . . .

“Watchman! Watchman! What of mankind? Watchman! What of mankind?” Unspeakable misery, empathy’ll consume you Look at the Man of sorrows for strength Your little, fragile strength . . .

“Watchman! Watchman! There is a power! Watchman! The fallen power!”

He was the brightest, now the Darkest Building a tower again that will fall From which he’ll forever fall, and fall . . .

“Watchman! Watchman! The Crucified! The power flees at the sight!”

He is the Brightest, became the darkest From a cross to the Father Giver of Life That Holy, Holy, Holy Life . . .

“Watchman! Watchman! The tears of the Bride? Watchman! The tears of the Bride?” For sin afflicts her outside and inside But unity’ll come at the end of the night Deadly, quickening end of the night . . .

“Watchman! Watchman! What of the fight? Watchman! What of the fight?” The victory comes, always comes But comes through the bloodiest fight! Dreadful, brutal fight . . .

“Watchman! Watchman! What of my cries? Watchman! My many cries?” Not one of them is lost in His eyes Now rest with this thought in your mind Your tired, weak, broken mind . . .

“Watchman! Watchman! I fear the night!” Come up and sleep right here at my side And see the morning that comes, always comes But comes through the darkest night! Awful, oppressive night . . .