73b | Kind Words#73c | 74 |
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.
2 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 answer brings,
And heavenly gales are blowing
With peace upon their wings.
3 See heathen nations bending
Before the God of love,
And thousand hearts ascending
With gratitude above:
While sinners, now confessing,
The gospel's call obey,
And seek a Savior's blessing,
A nation in a day.
4 Blest river of salvation,
Pursue thy onward way;
Flow then to every nation,
Nor in thy richness stay:
Stay not till all the holy
Triumphant reach their home,
Stay not till all the holy
Proclaim the Lord is come.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The morning light is breaking |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Notes: | Hymn to the tune "WEBB." Truth shall Prevail. 7s & 6s. |