1 O the golden dawn has broken
O’er the hills!
See the sunlight now agleaming
On the rills,
On the river, on the fountain,
In the valley, on the mountain;
Golden days are drawing near,
And the bugle note we hear.
Refrain:
Christ is King!
Christ is King!
Let all heav’n and nature sing!
Christ is King!
Christ is King!
Christ is King!
2 Let the cruel sword be buried
With its woe;
Soon no wars the wary nations
E’er shall know.
There shall be no foe remaining,
Christ our King forever reigning;
Reigning then in righteousness,
He the nations all will bless. [Refrain]
3 O the golden dawn has broken
O’er the hills!
See the gladness now arippling
On the rills,
O’er the homeland, o’er the ocean;
See the nations in commotion!
Golden rays are shining clear,
And the bugle note we hear. [Refrain]
Source: Williston Hymns #25