Behold the glo­ri­ous dawn­ing bright
Of the mil­len­ni­al morn arise!
The pre­lude of the pro­mised light
No glad­dens the ex­pect­ing skies.

And shall not those awake, who claim
Their hearts and hopes on high to place?
Who bear the Sav­ior’s sac­red name,
While He dis­plays His bound­less grace!

Lo, Je­sus comes! His peo­ple know
The go­ings of their glo­ri­ous king—
He rends the Heav’ns, the mount­ains flow,
And His re­deemed His tri­umph sing.

Ho sweet His peace­ful reign shall be!
His say shall all the na­tions on;
All tongues shall bless Him—ev­ery knee
Shall bow sub­miss­ive to His throne.