O What a Day Is Coming

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!

’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.

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.

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.