A poem of the coming King
As the dusk of life is falling And the sands of time run swift As we approach the edge of glory To Him our hands we lift Hallelujah to the King of Kings All glory to the Son An angel in the distance sings The battle it is won Oh death where is thy victory Oh grave where be thy sting You are swallowed up and overcome By Christ the Risen King The desert sands are shifting And the time is drawing nigh The Bridegroom fast approaches And His angels fill the sky And if you look with Spirit's eye Your sure to see this site Of heavenly angels from on high Who sing with all their might All glory to the coming King The Christ, the risen One The Lamb of God, the prince of peace Exalted Holy Son Right now's the time to fill your lamp The Masters on His way Awake! Arise! Get on your knees Now is the time to pray The Remnant stand , with forehead marked Oh Bridegroom take your bride The time has come, the day is now The door is open wide Awake , arise the Bridegroom comes All ties to this world, cut For when He comes, He'll take His Bride Then the door is tightly shut |