It was written by Scottish born and raised Free Church of Scotland minister and hymn-writer John Brownlie (1857-1925), and first published in Hymns of the Russian Church in 1907.
Tunes it has been set to include
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.
O brighter than the rising morn
When He, victorious, rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes.
O 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;
O haste the rising of that morn,
The day that aye shall last.
And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings:
Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,
Come quickly, King of kings.
Tunes it has been set to include
- CONSOLATION, also known as MORNING STAR or MORNING SONG, published in Wyeth's Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, 1813; Sixteen Tune Settings, 1812; Kentucky Harmony, 1816 - and attributed to Elkanah Kelsay Dare (1782-1826): This is now the most-commonly used tune
- ST STEPHEN by William Jones,1789
- GOSHEN, by William Gawler, 1789
- An unnamed tune by American composer, Trevor Thomson (b 1971) - written in 2013.
Downloads
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Examples
Duet, piano accompaniment, professional recording
Solo singer, self accompanied on guitar - Trevor Thomson setting
Singer with piano, professional recording, Trevor Thomson setting
Singer with midi-keyboard, words on-screen
Solo singer, unaccompanied
Choir with organ accompaniment
Lyrics
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.
O brighter than the rising morn
When He, victorious, rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes.
O 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;
O haste the rising of that morn,
The day that aye shall last.
And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.
The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings:
Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,
Come quickly, King of kings.
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