Prophetic Era! Blissful Day!

Prophetic era! bliss­ful day!

We catch thy warm

in­spir­ing ray

Which gleams o’er In­dia’s plains;

We hail the dawn of morn­ing light

That breaks up­on the gloomy night

Where su­per­sti­tion reigns.

We hast­en thy ad­vance to meet;

With vi­vid joy the sign we greet

That bright­ens in the sky—

The peace­ful sign of heav­en­ly love

Which like the ho­ly mys­tic dove

Declares Mes­si­ah nigh.

Behold! He comes in tri­umph now;

Before Him see the mount­ains bow

And all the val­leys rise;

He comes with ma­jes­ty and grace

To sanc­ti­fy the hu­man race

And raise them to the skies.

We’ll aid Thy tri­umphs

migh­ty King!

The glo­ries of Thy cross we’ll sing

And shout sal­va­tion round;

Till eve­ry na­tion

ev­ery land

From Green­land’s shore to Af­ric’s strand

Shall ec­ho back the sound.

Let earth com­mence the lof­ty praise;

Let Heav­en pro­long th’en­rap­tured lays

Swell ev­ery tune­ful lyre;

Bright ser­aphs! chant th’im­mor­tal song

And pour the bound­ing notes along

From Heav­en’s eter­nal choir.