The King Is Coming Gaither Vocal Band
The[G] marketplace is e[G7]mpty, No more traff[C]ic in the streets, [Am]
All the buil[D]ders' tools are silent, No more time to [C]harvest wheat; [G]
Busy h[G]ousewives cease their la[G7]bors, In the cour[C]troom no debate, [Am]
Work on ear[D]th is all suspended as the King[C] comes thro' the gate. [G]
O the Ki[G]ng is com[G7]ing, The [C]King is comin[Am]g!
I just [D]heard the trumpets sounding, And now His[C] face I see; [G]
O the King is com[G7]ing, The Kin[C]g is comin[Am]g!
Praise Go[D]d, He's coming for me[G]!
Hap[G]py faces line the ha[G7]llways, Those whose l[C]ives have been redeem[Am]ed,
Broken hom[D]es that He has mended, Those from pr[C]ison He has free[G]d;
Little c[G]hildren and the a[G7]ged Hand in ha[C]nd stand all aglow, [Am]
Who were cr[D]ippled, broken, ruined, Clad in [C]garments white as snow. [G]
I can he[G]ar the chariots ru[G7]mble, I can [C]see the marching thro[Am]ng,
The flurry o[D]f God's trumpets Spells the en[C]d of sin and wro[G]ng:
Regal [G]robes are now un[G7]folding, Heaven's g[C]randstand's all in pla[Am]ce,
Heaven's ch[D]oir now assembled, Start to si[C]ng "Amazing Grace!" [G]