Behold th’expected time draws near
The shades disperse, the dawn appear
Behold the wilderness assume
The beauteous tints of Eden’s bloom
The beauteous tints of Eden’s bloom

Events and prophecies conspire
To raise our faith, our zeal to fire
The ripening fields, already white
Present a harvest to our sight
Present a harvest to our sight

The untaught spirit waits to know
The joy the morning will bestow;
The exiled captive, to receive
The freedom that love has to give
The freedom that love has to give

Behold th’expected time draws near
The shades disperse, the dawn appear
Behold the wilderness assume
The beauteous tints of Eden’s bloom
The beauteous tints of Eden’s bloom