The King Is Coming

(1) The market place is empty, no more traffic in the streets;

All the builders tools are silent, no more time to harvest wheat.

Busy house wives cease their labors; in the court room no debate;

Work on earth is all suspended as the King comes through the gate.

(2) Happy faces line the hallways, those whose lives have been redeemed,

Broken homes that he has mended, those from prison he has freed.

Little children and the aged hand in hand stand all aglow,

Who were crippled, broken, ruined, clad in garments white as snow.

(3) I can hear the chariots rumble; I can see the marching throng.

The flurries of God's trumpets spell the end of sin and wrong.

Regal robes are now unfolding; heaven's grandstand's all in place.

Heaven's choir is now assembled; start to sing "Amazing Grace."

Chorus: Oh, the King is coming! The King is coming!

I just heard the trumpet sounding, and now his face I see.

Oh, the King is coming! The King is coming!

Praise God, he's coming for me!