Saints of God, the Dawn is Brightening |
Mary Maxwell, 1875
Saints of God, the dawn is bright'ning, Token of our coming Lord; O'er the earth the field is whit'ning; Louder rings the Master's word: Pray for reapers, Pray for reapers, In the harvest of the Lord!
2. Now, O Lord, fulfil Thy pleasure, | 3. Broad the shadow of our nation, Eager millions hither roam; Lo, they wait for Thy salvation; Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come! By Thy Spirit Bring Thy ransomed people home.
4. Soon shall end the time of weeping, |