The day is fast ap­proach­ing,
By pro­phets long fore­told,
When all shall dwell to­ge­ther,
One Shep­herd, and one fold.

When ev­ery sense­less id­ol
Shall to the bats be thrown,
And ev­ery pray­er be of­fered
To God in Christ alone.

When Jew and Gen­tile meet­ing
From ma­ny a dist­ant shore
Shall, round one al­tar kneel­ing,
One com­mon Lord ad­ore.

When all that now di­vides us
Shall whol­ly pass away,
Like sha­dows of the morn­ing,
Before the blaze of day.

When war shall be no long­er,
And strife and tu­mult cease,
And earth be­come the king­dom
Of Christ, the Prince of Peace.

The long ex­pect­ed dawn­ing
Breaks with its cheer­ing ray;
Already morn­ing bright­ens,
And sha­dows flee away.

O bless­èd day of tri­umph,
That cheers the watch­ers on,
To pray, and hope, and la­bor,
Till the dark night be gone.