How ma­ny things com­bine to show,
The joy­ful day is near at hand,
When truth shall spread and sin­ners know
The Sav­ior’s name in ev­ery land.

When did the friends of truth unite,
With so much zeal as now they do;
To spread abroad its glo­ri­ous light,
And bring its ex­cel­lence to view?

Mark how in this aus­pi­cious time,
The pro­mised day by pro­phets sung,
The peo­ple hear, of ev­ery clime,
The Gos­pel in their na­tive tongue.

It runs, it flies through ev­ery land;
We mark its pro­gress with de­light,
And bless His name, at whose com­mand,
A day has ris’n, so fair, so bright.

Nor should His peo­ple give Him rest,
Or cease their ear­nest cry to raise,
Until Je­ru­sa­lem be blest,
And through the earth be­come a praise.