1 The time is nigh that happy time,
That great, expected, blessed day,
When countless thousands of our race,
Shall dwell with Christ and him obey.
2 The prophecies must be fulfil'd
Though earth and hell should dare oppose;
The stone out of the mountain cut,
Though unobserved, a kingdom grows.
3 Soon shall the blended image fall,
Brass, silver, iron, gold and clay:
And superstition's dreadful reign,
To light and liberty give way.
4 In one sweet symphony of praise,
The Jews and Gentiles will unite;
And infidelity, o'ercome,
Return again to endless night.
5 From east to west, from north to south,
The Savior's kingdom shall extend,
And every man in every place,
Shall meet a brother and a friend.