A glo­ri­ous day is dawn­ing,
And o’er the wak­ing earth
The her­alds of the morn­ing
Are spring­ing in­to birth.
In dark and hid­den places
There shines the bless­èd light;
The beam of truth dis­plac­es
The dark­ness of the night.

The ad­vo­cates of er­ror
Foresee the glo­ri­ous morn,
And hear in shrink­ing ter­ror,
The watch­word of re­form:
It rings from hill and val­ley,
It breaks op­press­ion’s chain.
A thou­sand free­men ral­ly,
And swell the migh­ty strain.

The watch­word has been spok­en,
The light has brok­en forth,
Far shines the bless­èd to­ken
Upon the star­tled earth,
To hearts and homes be­night­ed,
The bless­èd Truth is giv­en,
And peace and love, unit­ed,
Point up­ward un­to Heav’n.