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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