This could be the dawning of the day
A parade began at Calvary
Those saints of all the ages
O 'er the sands of time they're marching
To their king's great coronation.
For this could be the dawning
of that grand and glorious day
When the face of Jesus we behold,
Dreams and hopes of all the ages
Our awaiting is returning,
And this could be the dawning
Nothing here holds their allegiance.
They're not bound by shackles
Since that day they knelt at Calvary
just looking for a place to rest their souls.
All the saints are getting restless.
Oh, what glorious expectation fills each face.
Dreams and hopes of all the ages
are awaiting His returning, and this,
this could be the dawning of that day.
Oh, this could be the dawning
of that grand and glorious day
when the face of Jesus we behold
Dreams and hopes of all the ages
are awaiting his returning,
And this could be the dawning