When skies roll back and trumpets sound,
The King of kings will wear His crown.
No night, no tears, no death, no pain,
Only the Lamb forever reigns.
Behold, He comes in clouds so bright,
His face outshines the sun’s own light.
O soul, be ready, watch and pray—
The Bridegroom’s near, He comes today.
When trials press and shadows fall,
I hear His gentle, loving call.
Through every tear, His grace sustains,
Through storm and night, His peace remains.
The world may fade, the years may fly,
But hope still lifts my heart on high.
For when I see my Savior’s face,
I’ll wear the crown of His embrace.
The King of kings will wear His crown.
No night, no tears, no death, no pain,
Only the Lamb forever reigns.
Behold, He comes in clouds so bright,
His face outshines the sun’s own light.
O soul, be ready, watch and pray—
The Bridegroom’s near, He comes today.
When trials press and shadows fall,
I hear His gentle, loving call.
Through every tear, His grace sustains,
Through storm and night, His peace remains.
The world may fade, the years may fly,
But hope still lifts my heart on high.
For when I see my Savior’s face,
I’ll wear the crown of His embrace.
