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 He, 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 His face shall see. 5. The King shall come when morning dawns, And light and beauty brings. Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray, Come quickly, King of kings.