verse 1 The marketplace is empty, No more traffic in the streets, All the 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 thro' the gate. Chorus O the King is coming, The King is coming! I just heard the trumpets sounding, And now His face I see; O the King is coming, The King is coming! Praise God, He's coming for me! verse 2 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. verse 3 I can hear the chariots rumble, I can see the marching throng, The flurry of God's trumpets Spells the end of sin and wrong: Regal robes are now unfolding, Heaven's grandstand's all in place, Heaven's choir now assembled, Start to sing "Amazing Grace!"