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.