The Watchmaker's Dial lyrics

Oh, yonder stands the prophet, words are music to our ears, But down among the sinners, only pain and sweat and tears The sermon soothes the simple but the rest are rapt with fear, Oh no, too late to hold a trial, time doesn't wait for the watchmaker's dial In the best laid plans of history lie the ruins of the past And a chronicle of suffering shows the mythic pall they cast To believe is true religion but to see is truth at last Oh no, too late to hold a trial, time doesn't wait for the watchmaker's dial Time doesn't wait for the watchmaker's dial