1.The morning light is breaking,The darkness disappears,The sons of earth are wakingTo penitential tears;Each breeze that sweeps the oceanBrings tidings from afar,Of nations in commotion,Prepared for Zion's war.2.Rich dew of grace come o'er us,In many a gentle show'r,And harvest fields before usAre op'ning ev'ry hour;Each cry to heaven going,Abundant answer brings,And heav'nly gales are blowing,With peace upon their wings.3.Blest river of salvation,Pursue thy onward way;Flow thou to ev'ry nation, Nor in thy richness stay.Stay not till all the lowlyTriumphant reach their home;Stay not till all the holyProclaim, "The Lord is come."