O what a day is com­ing,
Swift o’er the hills of time!
My soul to meet its glo­ry,
Sets all her bells a-chime;
What woes will soon be light­ed,
What solace draw­eth near;
What wrongs will soon be right­ed,
What mys­ter­ies made clear!

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’Twill sure­ly come,
It draw­eth nigh;
Its glo­ri­ous dawn
Lights up the sky;
’Twill sure­ly come,
It draw­eth nigh;
’Tis com­ing by and by.

When wide as ocean bil­lows
Shall flow the waves of peace,
Till man to man is bro­ther,
And bit­ter­ness shall cease;
And, as the in­cense ris­es,
At morn and ev­en­tide,
Faith reaps her vast sur­pris­es,
Where doubt and fear have died.

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O day of God and man­hood,
Break o’er these cloud­ed hills,
Shine on our rest and labor
Till earth with Hea­ven thrills;
Give loy­al love and du­ty,
Give rap­ture for our tears,
And shine in gold­en beau­ty
A mill­ion, mill­ion years.

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O what a day is com­ing,
When men with an­gels vie
To cause Je­ho­vah’s prais­es
To sound thro’ earth and sky!
When long­est friends are greet­ed,
When stran­gers cease to roam,
When man, his task com­plet­ed,
With Je­sus rests at home.

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