The vision beheld is one of terror and of glory And every knee bows and every tongue confesses So do the mountains crumble into silent awe Creations groaning stills It gazes and as His brilliance pierces the dark, It flees His presence overwhelms all His majesty (Oh, His glory. Hallelujah!) (Hosannah!) And as the sky rolls up and the stars begin to fall As the valleys rise up and the high places bow His people, with lifted eyes, raise hands And voices and we scream, we sing:
The King! The King is coming! (The King is coming) /x8
(The King is coming) (x7)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
