Break, Day of God, Oh Break

Break

day of God

Oh break

Sweet light of heav­en­ly skies!

I all for Thee for­sake

And from my dead self rise;

O Lamb of God

whose love is light

Shine on my soul

and all is bright.

Break

day of God

Oh break!

The night has ling­ered long;

Our hearts with sigh­ing wake

We weep for sin and wrong:

O bright and morn­ing star

draw near;

O Sun of right­eous­ness

ap­pear.

Break

day of God

Oh break!

The earth with strife is worn;

The hills with thun­der shake

Hearts of the peo­ple mourn;

Break

day of God

sweet day of peace

And bid the shout of war­ri­ors cease!

Break

day of God

Oh break

Like to the days ab­ove!

Let pur­ity awake

And faith

and hope

and love:

But lo! we see the bright­en­ing sky;

The gold­en morn is draw­ing nigh.