Out thro’ the dark­ness the gleam­ing of morn­ing
Gladdens our eyes so wea­ry with night;
So many om­ens fore­tok­en its dawn­ing,
Preach it and sing it as al­most in sight.
Cometh this day o’er earth’s hill­tops and mount­ains,
Brighter than time ev­er brought to our eyes.
Joy in the sun­shine, and peace in the sha­dows,
Playing to­ge­ther ’neath love­li­er skies.

Beautiful fields with their beau­ti­ful flow­ers,
Beautiful trees with their fruit­age and shade,
Beautiful walks to the turf-seat­ed bow­ers,
Where beau­ti­ful hills slope away to the glade.
Beautiful ci­ty and beau­ti­ful riv­er,
Mortals have failed their parts to fore­tell.
Everything per­fect, abid­ing for­ev­er,
So shall the new earth this old earth ex­cel.

Beautiful mu­sic the val­leys are fill­ing,
Angels are lis­ten­ing to hear the new strain
Wafted from lips out of hearts that are thrill­ing
With rap­ture im­mor­tal for Him that was slain.
Beautiful King on the throne of His glo­ry,
Smiling a wel­come to all that shall come.
Saved thro’ be­liev­ing re­demp­tion’s sweet sto­ry,
Out of earth’s dark­ness to gladn­ess and home.