Watchman! What of the Night?
Horace G. Groser

Watchman! What of the night?
What of the night?
The night is dark: the year is dying;
Dark is the night and the mist is lying
Down in the vale, along the hill,
And all is dreary and cold, and still.

Watchman! What of the night?
What of the night?
"The mist has rolled from the hills away,
And high in the sky, where the clouds hung grey,
A star comes forth, and shineth down
On a little sleeping town."

Watchman! What of the night?
What of the night?
"I see three travellers laden come
Riding from their eastern home:
Gifts they bring, and offerings rare,
For the young child lying there."

Watchman! What of the night?
What of the night?
"The skies are all ablase with light!
An angel forms, on wings of white,
Circling sing in highest heaven,
Peace on earth to man is given!"

Watchman! What of the night?
What of the night?
"The night is spent, the day is at hand!
The dawn lifts up o'er sea and land:
Come, let us all an offring bring,
And seek with song the new-born King!"