MISSIONS AND WORLD PEACE
|164||The Morning Light is Breaking|
|Samuel F Smith, 1839||George J. Webb, 1830|
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.
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 Saviour's blessing, A nation in a day.
Blest river of salvation, Pursue thine onward way;
Flow thou to every nation, Nor in thy richness stay;
Stay not till all the lowly Triumphant reach their home;