25 The King Shall Come

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 Oh, brighter than the rising morn When Christ, victorious, rose And left the lonesome place of death Despite the rage of foes. 4 Oh, brighter than that glorious morn Shall dawn upon our race The day when Christ in splendor comes And we shall see his face. 5 The King shall come when morning dawns And light and beauty brings. Hail, Christ the Lord! Your people pray: Come quickly, King of kings!