The marketplace is empty,
No more traffic in the street,
All the builders' tools are silent,
No more time to harvest wheat;
Busy housewives cease their labors,
In the courtroom no debate,
Work on earth has been suspended,
As the King comes thro' 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 a-glow,
Who were crippled, broken, ruined,
Clad in garments white as snow.
The King is coming,
The King is coming!
I just heard the trumpets sounding,
And soon His face I see;
The King is coming,
The King is coming!
Praise God, He's coming for me!
I can hear the chariots rumble,
I can see the marching throng,
And the flurry of God's trumpet,
Spells the end of sin and wrong:
Regal robes are now unfolding,
Heaven's grandstand's all in place,
Heaven's choir is now assembled,
They 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;
The King is coming,
The King is coming!
Praise God, He's coming for me!
Praise God, He's coming for me!
I'm free from the fear of tomorrow,
I'm free from the guilt of the past,
For I've traded my shackles for a glorious song,
I'm free! Praise the Lord, free at last!
Praise God, He's coming for me!
I'm free!