1.The King shall come when morning dawnsAnd light triumphant breaks,When beauty gilds the eastern hillsAnd life to joy awakes.2.Not as of old a little child,To bear and fight and die,But crowned with glory like the sunThat lights the morning sky.3.O, brighter than that rising mornWhen Christ, victorious, roseAnd left the lonesome place death,Despite the rage of foes.4.O, brighter than that glorious mornShall dawn upon our raceThey day when Christ in splendour comes,And we shall see His face.5.The King shall come when morning dawnsAnd light and beauty brings.Hail, Christ the Lord! Your people pray:Come quickly, King of kings.