454 ~ The Morning Light
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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.
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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.
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Blest river of salvation, Pursue thy onward way; Flow thou to every 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!"