The King shall come when morning dawns

The King shall come when morning dawns

and light triumphant breaks,

when beauty gilds the eastern hills

and life to joy awakes.

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.

O brighter than the rising morn

when He, victorious, rose

and left the lonesome place of death,

despite the rage of foes.

O brighter than that glorious morn

shall this fair morning be,

when Christ, our King, in beauty comes,

and we His face shall see.

The King shall come when morning dawns

and earth's dark night is past;

O haste the rising of that morn,

the day that aye shall last.

And let the endless bliss begin,

by weary saints foretold,

when right shall triumph over wrong,

and truth shall be extolled.

The King shall come when morning dawns,

and light and beauty brings;

"Hail, Christ the Lord!" Thy people pray,

come quickly, King of kings!