1 Christian! see! the orient morn
Breaks along the heathen sky;
Lo! the expected day is born,--
Glorious day-spring from on high.

2 Heathens at the sight do sing;
Morning wakes the tuneful lays,
Precious offerings now they bring--
First fruits of more perfect praise.

3 Zion's Sun--salvation's beams
Gilding now the radiant hills;
Rise and shine till brighter gleams
All the world thy glory fills.

4 Lord, of all thy scattered host
Spread thy truth from pole to pole,
Spread thy light to every coast,
Till it shine on every soul.

5 Hallelujah!--shout his praise!
Hail the day-spring from on high;
Praise his name to endless days,
Hallelujah!--to the sky.

6 Praise him all ye lost and won,
Angels sound his praise again;
Hallelujah to the Son,
Hallelujah!--Amen!