Prophetic era blissful day

1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8850

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #8850