1 O what a day is coming,
Swift o’er the hills of time!
My soul to meet its glory,
Sets all her bells a-chime;
What woes will soon be lighted,
What solace draweth near;
What wrongs will soon be righted,
What mysteries made clear!

Refrain:
’Twill surely come,
It draweth nigh;
Its glorious dawn
Lights up the sky;
’Twill surely come,
It draweth nigh;
’Tis coming by and by.

2 When wide as ocean billows
Shall flow the waves of peace,
Till man to man is brother,
And bitterness shall cease;
And, as the incense rises,
At morn and eventide,
Faith reaps her vast surprises,
Where doubt and fear have died. [Refrain]

3 O day of God and manhood,
Break o’er these clouded hills,
Shine on our rest and labor
Till earth with Heaven thrills;
Give loyal love and duty,
Give rapture for our tears,
And shine in golden beauty
A million, million years. [Refrain]

4 O what a day is coming,
When men with angels vie
To cause Jehovah’s praises
To sound thro’ earth and sky!
When longest friends are greeted,
When strangers cease to roam,
When man, his task completed,
With Jesus rests at home. [Refrain]