O Golden Day! So Long Desired

O gold­en day! so long de­sired

Born of a dark­some night

Soon shall the wait­ing earth be fired

With thy re­splen­dent light;

Soon shall re­sound the joy­ous word

O’er hill and vale and sea

One mas­ter

Christ; one sov­er­eign Lord

And breth­ren all are we.

Soon shall the night of dark­ness cease

It storms no long­er roar;

The threat­en­ing foes of God’s own peace

Shall vex His world no more;

Ten thou­sand

thou­sand hearts shall sing

The surg­ing har­mo­ny

One mas­ter

Christ; one Sav­ior King

And breth­ren all are we.

Sing on

ye chorus of the morn

Lift high the glad re­frain

Till o’er the dist­ant isles is borne

The sweet tri­umph­ant strain;

Till ev­ery race

with ran­somed pow­ers

In lov­ing loy­al­ty

Shall sing

One mas­ter

Christ

is ours

And breth­ren all are we.

O golde­n day! the ag­es’ crown

Alight with heav’n­ly love

Glad day of pro­mise and re­nown

On to thy tri­umph move;

When all the world with one accord

In full voiced un­ity

Shall sing

One mas­ter

Christ

our Lord

And breth­ren all are we.