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 labours
In the courtroom 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 trumpets sounding
And now His face I see
Oh 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 are 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 a__embled
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
Praise God
Praise God
He's coming for me!

The King Is Coming

Words by William J. Gaither
and Gloria Gaither (1,2, and 3),
Charles Millhuff, verse 3 in part.
Music by William J. 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 courtroom no debate,
Work on earth is all suspended
As the King comes thro' the gate.

CHORUS:
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 a__embled,
Start to sing "Amazing Grace!"

CHORUS (repeat

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