The King shall come when morning dawns
And light triumphant breaks,
When beauty gilds the eastern hills
And life to joy awakes.
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.
To bear and fight and die,
But crowned with glory like the sun
That lights the morning sky.
O, brighter than that rising morn
When Christ, victorious, rose
And left the lonesome place death,
Despite the rage of foes.
When Christ, victorious, rose
And left the lonesome place death,
Despite the rage of foes.
O, brighter than that glorious morn
Shall dawn upon our race
They day when Christ in splendour comes,
And we shall see His face.
Shall dawn upon our race
They day when Christ in splendour comes,
And we shall see His face.
The King shall come when morning dawns
And light and beauty brings.
Hail, Christ the Lord! Your people pray:
Come quickly, King of kings.
And light and beauty brings.
Hail, Christ the Lord! Your people pray:
Come quickly, King of kings.