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The market place is empty, No more traffic in the streets.
All builders tools are silent, No more time to harvest wheat.
Busy housewives cease their labors, In the Courtroom no debate.
Work on earth is all suspended As the King comes through the gate.


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Oh the King is coming, The King is coming, I just heard the
Trumpets sounding, And now his face I see. Oh,
the King is coming, The King is coming praise God,
He's coming for me!
All the railroad road cars are empty, As they rattle
down the tracks. In the newsroom no one watches,
As machines type pointless facts. All the planes veer
off their courses, No one sits at the controls,
For the King of all the ages Comes to claim eternal souls.
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Happy faces line the hallways, Those whose lives have been redeemed.
Broken homes that He has mended, Those from prison He has freed.
Little children and the aged, Hand in hand stand all aglow,
Who were crippled, broken, ruined, Clad in garments white as snow.
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I can hear the chariots rumble. I can see the marching throng.
The flury of God's trumpet Spell the end of sin and wrong.
Regal robes are now enfolding, Heaven's grandstand all in place.
Heaven's choir now assembled Start to sing Amazing Grace.

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