Look at the watchman on the grave This golden angel without wings Under his feet she will be safe His silent singing, freedom it brings This is music for the night A trip through darkness into light Homewards into our purest souls Where liberty the mind controls This is music for the night Tender tunes shall be our guide Songs of redemption, songs of gloom Now greatest thoughts, they all shall bloom Look how the watchman, free from sin, Calls out eternity for just one day Wisdom he kept safe deep within And for the watchman's grace I pray Look how the watchman without sound Proclaims the things which are concealed Magnificence is all around As the great nothing is revealed