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Original Text

The King shall come when morning dawns,
and light triumphant breaks;
when beauty gilds the eastern hills,
and life to joy awakes.

Not as of old a little child
to suffer and to die,
but crowned with glory like the sun
that lights the morning sky.

O brighter than that glorious morn
shall dawn upon us all,
that day when He in splendor comes
and opens Heaven’s high hall.

The King shall come when morning dawns,
and light and beauty brings:
when beauty gilds the eastern hills,
come quickly, King of kings. Amen.