##(Verse 1)
The King shall come when morning dawns, And light triumphant breaks; When beauty gilds the eastern hills, And life to joy awakes.

##(Verse 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.

##(Verse 3)
O brighter than the rising morn When He, victorious, rose, And left the lonesome place of death, Despite the rage of foes.

##(Verse 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.

##(Verse 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.

##(Verse 6)
And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.

##(Verse 7)
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings:
Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,
Come quickly, King of kings.