The King Shall Come
Meter 8 6 8 6
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 He, victorious, rose, And left the lonesome place of death, Despite the rage of foes.
4 O brighter than that glorious morn Shall this fair morning be, When Christ, our King, in beauty comes, And we His face shall see.
5 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.