1
O golden day, so long desired,
Born of a darksome night,
The waiting earth at last is fired
By thy resplendent light.
And hark! the promised heavenly chord
Is heard from sea to sea,
This song: One Master, Christ the Lord,
And brethren all are we.

2
The noises of the night shall cease,
The storms no longer roar;
The factious foes of love and peace
Shall vex the soul no more.
A thousand thousand voices sing
The surging harmony;
One Master, Christ, one Saviour King,
And brethren all are we.

3
Sing on, ye heralds of the morn,
Your grand endeavor strain,
Till Christian hearts estranged and torn,
Blend in the glad refrain;
And all the church, with all its powers,
In loving loyalty,
Shall sing: One Master, Christ, is ours,
And brethren all are we.

4
O golden day! the ages crown,
Aglow with heavenly love,
Rare day in prophecy's renown,
On to thy zenith move,
When earth and heaven with one accord,
In full-voiced unity,
Shall sing: One Master, Christ our Lord,
And brethren all are we.