A Glorious Day Is Dawning

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.