Waiting for the King (Ackley)

I am wait­ing for the hour

When the King in all His pow­er

With a migh­ty shout from Heav­en

Shall des­cend:

Those who love Him shall re­joice

When they hear His bless­èd voice

And with Him shall reign thro’ ag­es

Without end.

I am wait­ing

I am wait­ing

I am waiting for the com­ing

Of the King;

For that great and glo­ri­ous day

When the clouds are rolled away

I am wait­ing for the com­ing

Of the King.

Thro’ the spac­ious hills of time

Angels sing their songs sub­lime

Till the rocks and hills and val­leys

Catch the strain;

Worlds flung in­to space afar

Sun and moon and glit­ter­ing star

Echo back in joy­ous rap­ture

The re­frain.

In a mo­ment changed com­plete

Lifted to a land re­plete

With His per­fect touch of love

no

Blemish there;

Every mys­te­ry made plain

Every loss my rich­est gain

Fullest joy and match­less splen­dor

Everywhere.