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 that rising morn
    When Christ, victorious, rose
    And left the lonesome place death,
    Despite the rage of foes.
  4. O, brighter than that glorious morn
    Shall dawn upon our race
    They day when Christ in splendour 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.

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