The Morning Light Is Breaking

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.

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 heav’n­ly winds are blow­ing

With peace up­on their wings.

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.

Blest riv­er of sal­va­tion

Pursue thy on­ward way;

Flow thou to ev­ery na­tion

Nor in thy rich­es stay:

Stay not till all the low­ly

Triumphant reach their home;

Stay not till all the holy

Proclaim

The Lord is come.