The Morning Light is Breaking
The Morning Light is Breaking | |
Samuel F. Smith, 1832
| 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 the Savior's blessing, A nation in a day. | 3. Blest river of salvation, Pursue thine onward way; Flow thou to ev'ry 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." |