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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.
2
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.
3
O, brighter than that rising morn
When Christ, victorious, rose
And left the lonesome place death,
Despite the rage of foes.
4
O, brighter than that glorious morn
Shall dawn upon our race
They day when Christ in splendour comes,
And we shall see His face.
5
The King shall come when morning dawns
And light and beauty brings.
Hail, Christ the Lord! Your people pray:
Come quickly, King of kings.
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| Category | JESUS CHRIST |
| Subcategory | Second advent |
| Author | John Brownlie |