The Morning Light Is Breaking

Verse 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.

Verse 2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us,
In many'a gentle show'r,
And brighter scenes before us,
Are op'ning ev'ry hour;
Each cry to Heaven going,
Abundant answers brings,
And heav'nly winds are blowing,
With peace upon their wings.

Verse 3 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.

Verse 4 Blest river of salvation,
Pursue thy onward way;
Flow thou to ev'ry 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."