The Coming King (DuPont)

We are wait­ing

we are lis­ten­ing

For the trum­pet’s migh­ty blast

That shall wake God’s sleep­ing child­ren

Bid their slum­bers cease at last;

In the rap­ture and the splen­dor

All His saints shall free­ly share;

He will give us roy­al welcome

When we meet Him in the air.

We are watch­ing

we are work­ing

For the com­ing of the King;

No more con­flict

no more sor­row

Wars for­ev­er­more will cease

When shall come the Prince of Peace.

Sing it proud­ly

shout it loud­ly

Till the whole cre­ation rings

With tri­umph­ant strains of music

Hail the com­ing King of kings!

No more con­flict ’mong the na­tions

Wars for­ev­er­more will cease;

Wave thy ban­ners

wave them glad­ly

Hail the com­ing Prince of Peace!

We are work­ing

we are pray­ing

For His pro­mise will be kept

That each lov­ing

faith­ful service

He will gra­ci­ously accept;

And it mat­ters not how mea­ger

Are the tal­ents we em­ploy

They will meet with His ap­prov­al

And His en­ter in­to joy!

We are wait­ing

we are hoping

For that glad aus­pi­cious day

When His white robed glo­ri­ous ar­my

Shall des­cend in bright ar­ray;

With ex­ult­ant shouts of tri­umph

We shall make the heav­ens ring

As in won­drous pow­er and glo­ry

We at­tend the com­ing King.