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Signs are everywhere

The king is coming in glory

Author: Mrs. Frederick W. Suffield
Tune: [The King is coming in glory]
Published in 2 hymnals

Printable scores: PDF, MusicXML
Audio files: MIDI

Full Text

1. The King is coming in glory
To catch His bride away,
It may be in the morning
It may be at midday,
At the even or midnight;
The trump will sound so clear,
The dead in Christ, and we that live,
His voice shall hear.

Refrain
The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
The fig tree is budding,
The signs are everywhere,
The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

2. Behold! He cometh, and leaping,
And skipping o’er the hills;
Like the young roe, like the young hart,
My soul with rapture thrills;
Thru the window He’s looking,
Thru the lattice work is seen,
The winter’s past, the rain is o’er,
The figs are green. [Refrain]

3. The King is coming,
Be ready, To meet Him on that day;
With your heart right, with your robes white,
And in this holy way;
Like the lightning that flashes
In the twinkling of an eye,
Our Lord shall come to claim His own,
He’s drawing nigh.

The saints are looking ever upward
While journ’ing on their way.
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.
The saints are looking ever upward
While journ’ing on their way.
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #3530

Author: Mrs. Frederick W. Suffield

Kittie Louise Suffield, wife of Frederick W. Suffield Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: The king is coming in glory
Title: Signs are everywhere
Author: Mrs. Frederick W. Suffield

Media

The Cyber Hymnal #3530
  • Adobe Acrobat image (PDF)
  • Noteworthy Composer score (NWC)
  • XML score (XML)



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