Behold the day of promise comes, full of inspiration:
The blessed day by prophets sung for the healing of the nation.
Old midnight errors flee away, they soon will all be gone,
While heavenly angels seem to say the good time's coming on.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
The captive now begins to rise and burst his chains asunder,
While politicians stand aghast in anxious fear and wonder.
No longer shall the bondman sigh beneath the galling fetters;
He sees the dawn of freedom nigh and reads the golden letters.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
Sweet dawn of peace, that day will prove, to all the sons of labor;
For everyone will have enough and gladly lend his neighbor.
Already in the golden east the glorious light is dawning,
And watchmen from the mountaintops can see the blessed morning.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
Whence come the wars and fightings dire among the various nations,
But the warring elements in ourselves: false habits and relations.
Reforms must all begin at home, reformers can't deny it,
And men must cease from gnawing bones and take to a simple diet.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
Still higher up the morning beams are spreading in their beauty,
While men, of every grade, begin to see more clear their duty.
They've suffered long in ignorance - the night was thick and hazy;
But now the cause is understood that made the world so crazy.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
Oh, then will come the glorious day and may it last forever,
When all the nations of the earth in peace shall dwell together;
For right is right, since God is God, and right the day must win:
To doubt would be disloyalty, to falter would be sin.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
The blessed day by prophets sung for the healing of the nation.
Old midnight errors flee away, they soon will all be gone,
While heavenly angels seem to say the good time's coming on.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
The captive now begins to rise and burst his chains asunder,
While politicians stand aghast in anxious fear and wonder.
No longer shall the bondman sigh beneath the galling fetters;
He sees the dawn of freedom nigh and reads the golden letters.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
Sweet dawn of peace, that day will prove, to all the sons of labor;
For everyone will have enough and gladly lend his neighbor.
Already in the golden east the glorious light is dawning,
And watchmen from the mountaintops can see the blessed morning.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
Whence come the wars and fightings dire among the various nations,
But the warring elements in ourselves: false habits and relations.
Reforms must all begin at home, reformers can't deny it,
And men must cease from gnawing bones and take to a simple diet.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
Still higher up the morning beams are spreading in their beauty,
While men, of every grade, begin to see more clear their duty.
They've suffered long in ignorance - the night was thick and hazy;
But now the cause is understood that made the world so crazy.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
Oh, then will come the glorious day and may it last forever,
When all the nations of the earth in peace shall dwell together;
For right is right, since God is God, and right the day must win:
To doubt would be disloyalty, to falter would be sin.
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on,
The good time, the good time, the good time's coming on.
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