Glorious Day Is Dawning, A

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.