The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns Anonymous/Unknown tr. by John Brownlie, 1907 copyright status is Public Domain Subject: Anticipation Scripture: Acts 1:11; Matthew 24:27 Morning Song [.xml] attr. to Elkanah K. Dare, pub.1813 har. by Winfred Douglas, 1940 copyright status is Public Domain Key: A♭ Meter: 8.6.8.6 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid] Goshen/Jerusalem [.xml] German melody, pub.1789 arr. attr. to Charles H. Purday copyright status is Public Domain Key: G Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] stop midi [.mid]	Now playing MIDI. It may take a few seconds to begin. 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 bear, and fight, and die, But crowned with glory like the sun, That lights the morning sky. Oh, brighter than the rising morn, When He, victorious, rose, And left the lonesome place of death, Despite the rage of foes— Oh, brighter than that glorious morn, Shall this fair morning be, When Christ, our King, in beauty comes, And we His face shall see! The King shall come when morning dawns, And earth’s dark night is past— Oh, haste the rising of that morn, That day that aye shall last. The King shall come when morning dawns, And light and beauty brings: Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray, Come quickly, King of kings!

The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns

Morning Song [.xml]

attr. to Elkanah K. Dare, pub.1813
har. by Winfred Douglas, 1940

Key: A♭

Meter: 8.6.8.6

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Goshen/Jerusalem [.xml]

Key: G

Meter: 8.6.8.6 D

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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.
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.
Oh, brighter than the rising morn,
When He, victorious, rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes—
Oh, brighter than that glorious morn,
Shall this fair morning be,
When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,
And we His face shall see!
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And earth’s dark night is past—
Oh, haste the rising of that morn,
That day that aye shall last.
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings:
Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,
Come quickly, King of kings!