The Coming King

The Coming King

Come, Lord Jesus! Reign on high!

Let Your glory fill the sky!

Part the cloudy curtains wide;

let Your splendor no more hide.

Rock the earth with gentle feet;

shake it as the weakest wheat.

Make the mountains bow down low;

make the seas in chorus flow.

Let each earthly, human heart

break with truth known from the start.

Let their tainted tongues confess

Jesus in His holiness.

Let the saints around You praise,

praise You in Your perfect ways.

Let them sing with tongues anew

glory which is due to You.

Oh I cannot wait to see—

Oh I cannot wait to be

in the coronation ring,

crown my Savior King of kings!