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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>THE MORNING LIGHT IS BREAKING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The darkness is past, and the true light now shines.” 1 John 2:8</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_m_smith_sf2.jpg" alt="Samuel Francis Smith (1808-1895)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_m_smith_sf.html" target="_blank">Samuel Francis Smith</a>, 1832.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Webb,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_webb_gj.html" target="_blank">George James Webb</a>, 1830 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_w_e_webb.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p class="just">Smith wrote this hymn thinking of the overseas Protestant missions, which were just in their beginning stages. It achieved its goal, for 50 years later, he wrote:</p>
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<p>I have heard versions of it sung in Karen, Burman, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Swedish, German, and Telegu.</p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_e_webb_gj.jpg" alt="George James Webb (1803-1887)" width="132.666666666667" height="174"></td>
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<p>The morning light is breaking, the darkness disappears;<br>
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The sons of earth are waking, to penitential tears;<br>
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Each breeze that sweeps the ocean brings tidings from afar<br>
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Of nations in commotion, prepared for Zion’s war.</p>
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<p>Rich dews of grace come o’er us, in many a gentle shower,<br>
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And brighter scenes before us, are opening every hour;<br>
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Each cry to heaven going, abundant answers brings,<br>
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And heavenly winds are blowing, with peace upon their wings.</p>
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<p>See heathen nations bending before the God we love,<br>
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And thousand hearts ascending in gratitude above:<br>
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While sinners, now confessing, the Gospel call obey,<br>
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And seek the Savior’s blessing, a nation in a day.</p>
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<p>Blest river of salvation, pursue thy onward way;<br>
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Flow thou to every nation, nor in thy riches stay:<br>
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Stay not till all the lowly triumphant reach their home;<br>
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Stay not till all the holy proclaim, “The Lord is come.”</p>
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