215 ~ 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 Christ, 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 shall see His face.
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The King shall come when morning dawns And light and beauty brings. Hail, Christ the Lord! Your people pray: Come quickly, King of kings.