THE KING IS COMING
W. J. & Gloria Gaither
The market place is empty,
No more traffic in the streets,
All the builders’ tools are silent,
No more time to harvest wheat;
Busy housewives cease their labors,
In the court room no debate,
Work on earth is all suspended
As the King comes thru the gate.
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.
I can hear the chariots rumble,
I can see the marching throng,
The flurry of God’s trumpets
Spells the end of sin and wrong;
Regal robes are now unfolding,
Heaven’s grandstands all in place,
Heaven’s choir is now assembled,
Start to sing “Amazing Grace!”
O THE KING IS COMING,
THE KING IS COMING!
I JUST HEARD THE TRUMPETS
SOUNDING,
AND NOW HIS FACE I SEE;
O THE KING IS COMING,
THE KING IS COMING!
PRAISE GOD, HE’S COMING FOR ME.
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AND YOU – AND YOU – AND YOU –
AND YOU – AND YOU – AND YOU !
ANTICIPATE
HIS COMING !
MARANATHA ! | 
