215 – The King Shall Come
1The King shall come when morning dawnsAnd light triumphant breaks,When beauty gilds the eastern hillsAnd life to joy awakes. 2Not as of old a little child,To bear and fight and die,But crowned with glory like the sunThat lights the morning sky. 3O, brighter than that rising mornWhen Christ, victorious, roseAnd left the lonesome place death,Despite […]