215   The King Shall Come




[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 Christ victorious rose
And left the lonesome place of death
Despite the rage of foes.

[4]
O brighter than that glorious morn
Shall dawn upon our race
The day when Christ in splendor comes
And we shall see His face.

[5]
The King shall come when morning dawns
And light and beauty brings.
Hail Christ the Lord! Your people pray:
Come quickly King of kings.