There's a grand new day a-dawning
And the morning is in sight,
For beyond the eastern mountains
Rise the golden shafts of light.
Soon the long, dark night of weeping
And of sorrow will be past;
For the storm clouds are receding
And the Day Star shines at last.
Turn aside from scenes of turmoil,
And your tear dimmed eyes will see.
'Tis the glory of the dawning
Of the Kingdom that shall be.
 
Long by sage and seer predicted,
Promised by the Son of God,
Is the Golden Age, the era
When He'll rule with righteous rod.
Laying Justice to the plummet,
Straight and true will be the line;
Even when the clouds are thickest -
Bright His promises do shine.
Now upon receding storm clouds
The great Bow of Hope we see;
'Tis the promise of the dawning
Of the Kingdom that shall be.
 
O my heart leaps up in rapture,
And my spirit thrills with hope,
For upon the wind-torn storm clouds
With which men could never cope
1 can see the glorious presence
Of the Son of God - our King
And my soul has found sweet refuge
'Neath the shadow of His wing.
He has come, as He had promised,
And above the hills I see
The bright glory of the dawning
Of the Kingdom that shall be.
 
Never more will sin and evil
Rule the wayward hearts of men.
He has promised that oppression
Shall not come to life again.
He will bring in health and healing;
Pain and poverty will cease;
Every man will love his neighbour
And extend the reign of Peace,
And his knowledge shall be widespread
Over earth to distant sea,
And all men will share the glory
Of the Kingdom that shall be.

Laura Kathleen Poole.