Oh, 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 courtrooms, no debate
Work on earth is all suspended
As the King comes through the gate
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
All the railroad cars are empty as they rattle down the tracks
In the newsrooms, no one watches as machines type pointless facts
All the planes veer off their courses
No one sits at the controls
For the King of all the ages comes to claim eternal souls
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
Now they’re clad in garments white as snow
I can hear the chariots rumble
I can see the marching throng
The flurry of God’s trumpets
Spell 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
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
Praise God, He’s coming for me
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