#87There Is A King Of Glory

THERE is a King of glory Ere long on earth to rise, Sung in prophetic story, Descending from the skies; The babe of Bethlehem, 'tis He, It is the man of Calvary, Not crown'd with thorns and gory, But crown'd with glory now! Not crown'd with thorns to-day, Not mocked and led away, But crowned with everlasting glory now.

He cometh, cometh speedy, To save his suffering saints, Saints groaning, waiting, ready, And endeth their complaints; With joy they meet him in the air, And shout the swelling triumph there; No longer poor and needy, But crown'd with glory now! Not one's reviled to-day! None stumble in the way– All crowned with everlasting glory now.

O, tears, and sin, and sighing, Now let your prisoner go, Discharged from pain and dying And from a world of woe; I go to Christ–he comes to me– We meet in bright eternity– On clouds he cometh flying, On clouds of glory now! The armies of His grace, Triumphant reach the place– 'Tis glory, everlasting glory, now.

O, what is tribulation, And all the ills I bear, Compared with this salvation, And all the glory there? Behold, a City fair and high, Bright Capital of earth and sky, That dureth with duration, All filled with glory now! The armies of His grace, Triumphant reach the place– 'Tis glory, everlasting glory, now!

There every sight that pleases, There every sound that cheers, There sweet immortal breezes; Inspire the palmy years; There all the just join in a band, From every age from every land, While o'er them reigns king Jesus, With crowns of glory now! The people of his grace, Have reached the heavenly place– 'Tis glory, everlasting glory, now.