Stephen Foster — Harmony Chant

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