1 Break, break, eternal day,
Bid darkness flee away;
Pour on our sight,
Light from the world of joy,
Bliss pure without alloy;
Then ne'er shall gloom annoy;
All shall be bright.

2 Rise, rise, thou glorious sun,
Hasten thy race to run;
At God's command,
Extend thy healing wings;
Open joy's long-sealed springs;
Reign, O thou King of kings,
In this dark land!

3 Come, come, thou conquering One,
Reign thou upon thy throne,
In glory bright;
Then shall the ransomed raise,
Unceasing songs of praise,
Throughout eternal days,
In realms of light.