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.
2 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 a Savior's blessing,
A nation in a day.
3 Blest river of salvation,
Pursue thy 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."
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First Line: | The morning light is breaking |
Title: | The Morning Light is Breaking |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1916 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Sing to the tune of #285 (WEBB) or #287 (ST. HILDA) |