The King Shall Come

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 suffer and to die,
But crowned with glory like the sun that lights the morning sky.

The King shall come when morning dawns, and earth’s dark night is past;
O haste the rising of that morn, whose days shall ever last.

And let the endless bliss begin, by weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong, and truth shall be extolled.

The King shall come when morning dawns, and light and beauty brings;
“Hail, Christ the Lord!” Thy people pray, come quickly, King of kings!