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Signs Are Everywhere
The King is coming in glory To catch His bride away, It may be in the morning It may be at midday, At the even or midnight; The trump will sound so clear, The dead in Christ and we that live, His coive shall hear.
The King is coming, hallelujah! He's coming in the air, The figtree is budding, The signs are everywhere,The saints are looking ever upward White journing on their way, He's coming, hallelujah! To catch His bride away.
Behold! He cometh, and leaping And skipping o'r the hills; Like the young roe, like the young hart, My soul with rapture thrills; Thru the window He's looking, Thru the lattice work is seen, The winter's past, the rain is o're, The figs are green,
The King is coming, Be ready To meet Him on that day; With your heart right, with your robs white, And in this holy way; Like lighting that flashes In the twinkling of an eye Our Lord shall come to claim His own, He's drawing nigh.
He's coming, hallelujah! To catch His bride away.He's coming, hallelujah! To catch His bride away.The King is coming in glory To catch His bride away, It may be in the morning It may be at midday, At the even or midnight; The trump will sound so clear, The dead in Christ and we that live, His voice shall hear.