[Watchman] A writer’s horn hung at the linen man’s side, A mark found the mourners who had not made peace with the crime. The glory moved from the threshold, [Answer] Judgment crossed inward and started where worship stood, The prophet fell pleading for the remnant in dust. Wheels rose beneath what the city had grieved. [Watchman] Coals in the hands, cloud in the court, Wings like thunder and brightness withdrawing. At the east gate rulers made evil sound wise, [Answer] Yet exiles were promised a sanctuary afar. One heart and new spirit waited beyond loss, But first the cherubim lifted and crossed. [Bridge] The mountain eastward held radiance alone, The glory departed, and the prophet went home to the captives. [Final Chorus] The glory moved from the threshold, Wheels rose beneath what the city had grieved. The mountain eastward held radiance alone,