Behold, the dawn is break­ing,
In splen­dor is break­ing,
When all the earth awak­ing
At Je­sus’ name shall bow;
When He, who once our sor­row bore,
Shall reign su­preme from shore to shore,
Triumphant now and ev­er­more
Our com­ing King of Glo­ry.

Behold, the dawn is spread­ing,
In beau­ty is spread­ing:
The beams of love are shed­ding
The light of joy di­vine.
From Zi­on’s tow­er the watch­men cry,
Rejoice! re­joice! the time is nigh,
When we shall meet our Lord on high,
Our bless­èd King of Glo­ry.

O dawn of rap­ture, tell­ing
Where mu­sic is swell­ing
Within our Sav­ior’s dwell­ing
Above the stars that shine;
Where we shall breathe the frag­rant air
Of yon­der clime, se­rene and fair,
And all His faith­ful ones shall wear
A pro­mised crown of glo­ry.