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

3 The King shall come when morning dawns
And earth's dark night is past;
O haste the rising of that morn,
Whose day shall ever last.

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

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!