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 Christ, victorious, rose
And left the lonesome place of death
Despite the rage of foes.
4 O, 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.
|First Line:||The King shall come when morning dawns|
|Title:||The King Shall come|
|Author:||J. Brownlie, 1829-1925|
|Topic:||Watchfulness; Advent 2|
|Source:||J. Wyeth, Repository of Sacred Music, Part II, 1813; T. Beck, Worship Supplement, 1969 (Harm.)|
|Copyright:||© 1969 CPH, used with permission.|