HYMN 5. L. M.
 
 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.