194 ~ The King Shall Come
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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 this fair morning be, When Christ, our King, in beauty comes, And we His face shall see.
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The King shall come when morning dawns And earth's dark night is past: O haste the rising of that morn, The day that aye shall last.