The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns

1.

The King shall come when morning dawns

And light triumphant breaks,

When beauty gilds the eastern hills

And life to joy awakes.

2.

Not, as of old, a little child,

To bear, and fight, and die,

But crowned with glory like the sun

That lights the morning sky.

3.

O brighter than the rising morn

When he, victorious, rose

And left the lonesome place of death,

Despite the rage of foes.

4.

O brighter than that glorious morn

Shall this fair morning be,

When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,

And we his face shall see!

5.

The King shall come when morning dawns

And light and beauty brings.

Hail, Christ, the Lord! Thy people pray:

Come quickly, King of kings.