The King Shall Come

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 Christ, victorious, rose

And left the lonesome place of death,

Despite the rage of foes.

O, brighter than that glorious morn

Shall dawn upon our race

The day when Christ in splendor 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.