1. Sunk in the depths of doubt and fear,
    Hear millions’ listless cry,
    No hope to cheer their aching breast;
    O Lord, why should they die?
 
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    Watchman, what of  morning?
    Watchman, Christ is coming,
    Watchman, sound the warning,
    For His Word can never fail.

2. Far in isles ‘midst distant seas,
    In dales and hills they sigh,
    And cities great with thronging crowd,
    O Lord, why should they die?

3. See suffering souls, the halt and blind,
    With racking pain some lie,
    Denied of faith and Spirit’s pow’r,
    O Lord, why should they die?

4. Of Kingdom Thine, how will they know
    While men truth deprive?
    Eternal reign Thou hast decreed,
    O Lord, why should they die?
 
5. See harvest ripe, the golden grain,
    Do Thou Thy men revive,
    Give them the rain, the latter rain,
    O Lord, why should they die?

6. Let Zion praise the risen Lamb,
    For saints through Thee survive,
    When groaning prayers for sinners rise,
    O Lord, how can they die?