The Oak Ridge Boys — The King Is Coming

The marketplace is empty, no more traffic in the streets All the builder's tools are silent, no more time to harvest wheat Busy housewives cease their labors, in the courtroom no debate Work on Earth has been suspended as the King comes through the gate All the railroad cars are empty as they rattle down the tracks In the newsroom, no one watches as machines type pointless facts All the planes veer off their courses, no one sits at the controls For the King of all the ages comes to claim eternal souls 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 a-glow Who were crippled, broken, ruined, clad in garments white as snow I can hear the chariot's rumble, I can see the marching throng The flurry of God's trumpets spells the end of sin and wrong Regal rolls are now unfolding, Heaven's grandstands 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 now His face I see The King is coming, the King is coming Praise God, He's coming for me