The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns

The King shall come when morning dawns,

And light triumphant breaks;

When beauty gilds the eastern hills,

And life to joy awakes.

Nor 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.

O brighter than that glorious morn

Shall this fair morning be,

When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,

And we His face shall see.

The King shall come when morning dawns,

And light and beauty brings:

Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,

Come quickly, King of kings!

Amen

~Words: Greek Text (Unknown Author); Translated to English by John Brownlie & Music: William Jones (re-post)