1 How many things combine to show,
The joyful day is near at hand,
When truth shall spread and sinners know
The Savior’s name in every land.

2 When did the friends of truth unite,
With so much zeal as now they do;
To spread abroad its glorious light,
And bring its excellence to view?

3 Mark how in this auspicious time,
The promised day by prophets sung,
The people hear, of every clime,
The Gospel in their native tongue.

4 It runs, it flies through every land;
We mark its progress with delight,
And bless His name, at whose command,
A day has ris’n, so fair, so bright.

5 Nor should His people give Him rest,
Or cease their earnest cry to raise,
Until Jerusalem be blest,
And through the earth become "a praise."