Break, day of God, O break


Break, day of God, O break!
The night has lingered long;
our hearts with sighing wake,
we weep for sin and wrong:
O bright and Morning Star, draw near;
O Sun of Righteousness, appear.

Break, day of God, O break!
The earth with strife is worn;
the hills with thunder shake,
hearts of the people mourn:
break, day of God, sweet day of peace,
and bid the shout of warriors cease.

Break, day of God, O break!
Like to the days above!
Let purity awake,
and faith, and hope, and love;
but lo! we see the brightening sky;
the golden morn is drawing nigh.


Words: Henry Burton, 1904

Music: Christchurch

Meter: 66 66 88

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