"For the Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout,
with the voice of an archangel, and with the trump of God, and the
dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain
shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the
Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.
Wherefore comfort one another with these words."
(1 Thessalonians 4:16-18)
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.
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
To catch His bride away.
Behold! He cometh and leaping,
And skipping o'ver the hills;
Like a 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.
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 King Is Coming In Glory"
Words and Music by
Kittie Louise Jennett Suffield
(1884-1972)
American musician and singer.
She and her husband Fred Suffield
were traveling evangelists who
sometimes worked with well-known
singer/songwriter George Beverly Shea.
The King is coming, hallelujah!
He's coming in the air,
The fig tree is budding,
The signs are everywhere.
Maranatha!
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