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 fulfilled,
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 Saviour's kingdom shall extend,
And every man in every place,
Shall meet a brother and a friend.