Вступление
Song: The King is Coming
Artist: Bill Gaither
VERSE 1
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.
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!
VERSE 2
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.
VERSE 3
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!"