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.

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O brighter than the rising morn

When he, victorious, rose

And left the lonesome place of death,

Despite the rage of foes.

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O brighter than that glorious morn

Shall this fair morning be,

When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,

And we his face shall see!

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And let the endless bliss begin, 

By weary saints foretold, 

When right shall triumph over wrong, 

And truth shall be extolled.

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The King shall come when morning dawns

And light and beauty brings.

Hail, Christ, the Lord! Thy people pray:

"Come quickly, King of Kings."

 

Words: Early Greek Hymn, trans. John Brownlie, 1907

Music: Traditional American Melody, 1816; arr. Erik Dewar