Words: , 1832.

Music: Webb, , 1830.

Smith wrote this hymn think­ing of the over­seas Pro­test­ant mis­sions, which were just in their be­gin­ning stag­es. They went far to­ward achiev­ing their goal, for 50 years lat­er, he wrote:

I have heard ver­sions of it sung in Kar­en, Bur­man, Ital­i­an, Span­ish, Por­tu­guese, Swed­ish, Ger­man, and Tel­e­gu.

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.

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 answers brings,
And heavenly winds are blowing, with peace upon their wings.

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 Savior’s blessing, a nation in a day.

Blest river of salvation, pursue thy onward way;
Flow thou to every nation, nor in thy riches stay:
Stay not till all the lowly triumphant reach their home;
Stay not till all the holy proclaim, “The Lord is come.”