215 - 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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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.
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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 dawn upon our race,
The day when Christ in splendor comes,
And we His face shall see.
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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.