The King Is Coming - Wanda Jackson

The marketplace 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 courtroom no debate

Work on earth is all suspended

As the King comes thro' the gate

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!

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

CHORUS (repeat)

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 grandstand’s all in place

Heaven’s choir now assembled

Start to sing «Amazing Grace!»

CHORUS (repeat)