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! like Memnon's morning 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 God's own peace     Shall vex His church 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 chorus 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 pow'rs,     In loving loyalty; Shall sing: One Master, Christ is ours;     And brethren all are we.
4	O golden day, the ages crown,     A-light with heavenly love, Rare day in prophecy renown,     On to the zenith move. When all the world with one accord,     In full-voiced unity, Shall sing: One Master, Christ our Lord;     And brethren all are we.
Charles A. Dickinson, 1888