The Morning Light Is Breaking

Verse 1

The morning light is breaking,
The darkness disappears:
The sons of earth are waking
To penitential tears.
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean
Brings tidings from afar
Of nations in commotion,
Prepared for Zion’s war.

Verse 2

Rich dews of grace come o’er us,
In many a gentle shower,
And brighter scenes before us
Are opening every hour;
Each cry, to heaven going,
Abundant answers brings,
And heavenly gales are blowing,
With peace upon their wings.

Verse 3

See heathen nations bending
Before the God we love,
And thousand hearts ascending
In gratitude above;
While sinners, now confessing,
The gospel call obey,
And seek the Savior’s blessing,--
A nation in a day.

Verse 4

Blest river of salvation!
Pursue thine onward way;
Flow thou to every nation,
Nor in thy richness stay:--
Stay not, till all the lowly
Triumphant reach their home;
Stay not, till all the holy
Proclaim “The Lord is come.”