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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 sight
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
poem
by
Frank McEleny
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