The King is Coming William J Gaither © 1970, 1983
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 The market place is empty, No more traffic in the streets,
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 All the builders tools are silent, No more time to harvest wheat;
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Busy housewives cease their labors, In the courtroom no debate,
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Work on earth is all suspended As the King comes thro the gate.
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Happy faces line the hallways, Those whose lives have been redeemed,
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Broken homes that He has mended, Those from prison He has freed;
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Little children, and the aged, Hand in hand stand all aglow,
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Who were crippled, broken, ruined, Clad in garments white as snow.
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 I can hear the chariots rumble,
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 The flurry of Gods trumpets Spell the end of sin and wrong;
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Regal robes are now unfolding, Heavens grand-stands all in place,
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Heavens choir is now assembled, Start to sing Amazing Grace!
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Oh, the King is coming! The King is coming!
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 I just heard the trumpet sounding And now His face I see.
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Oh, the King is coming! The King is coming!
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Praise God, Hes coming for me.
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Oh, the King is coming! The King is coming!
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 I just heard the trumpet sounding And now His face I see.
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Oh, the King is coming! The King is coming!
William J Gaither © 1970, 1983 Praise God, Hes coming for me.