Break, day of God, O break, Sweet light of heavenly skies! I all for thee forsake, and from my dead self rise: O Lamb of God, whose love is light, shine on my soul, and all is bright.
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 shouts 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. Amen.
Henry Burton, 1840-1930
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