The King shall come when morning dawns
And light triumphant breaks,
When beauty gilds the eastern hills,
And life to joy awakes.
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.
O brighter than the rising morn
When He victorious rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes.
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And earth’s dark night is past;
O haste the rising of that morn,
The day that e’er shall last.
And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings;
Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,
Come quickly, King of kings!
bluebird of bitterness 
That is beautiful. Both music and words.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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