1 Break, day of God, O 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.
2 Break, day of God, O 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.
3 Break, day of God, O 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.