“The King shall come when morning dawns and light triumphant breaks, when beauty glides the eastern hills, and life to joy awakes.” Oh, what a happy morning that will be! I cannot wait to meet my King.

“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. The King shall come when morning dawns, and earth’s dark night is past, O haste the rising of that morn, the day that e’re shall last. So let the endless bliss begin, by weary saints fore-told, when right shall triumph over wrong, and truth shall be extolled. The king shall come morning dawns and light and beauty brings, hail Christ the Lord, thy people pray, come quickly King of Kings.”