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 is all suspended
as the King comes thru 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 aglow,
who were crippled, broken, ruined,
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 grandstand's all in place,
heaven's choir is now assembled,
start to sing "Amazing Grace!"

The King is coming! The King is coming!
I just heard the trumpet sounding
and soon His face I'll see!
Oh the King is coming! The King is coming!
Praise God, He's coming for me!

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, for me!