1 Day of redemption! when shall we behold
Earth overwhelmed with thy splendor untold?
Dark is this desert, and weary our road;
O for the day-spring that cometh from God!
Deep are earth's shadows, its sorrows and gloom;
Oft is its gladness laid low in the tomb:
Joy and rejoicing like shadows depart,
Grief and affliction abide in the heart.

2 Many the sorrows this sad earth has known;
Hopes have been withered, and hearts have been torn;
Tears have been gushing from fountains of grief;
O for that morning which brings us relief!
Ah, we have tasted of blessings to come;
On we have hasted to gain them at home;
There, in the light of eternity's morn,
Glad shall the saints sing the conquerors' song.