Lyrics
Standing on the edge of human history
Robed in white too bright for mortal eyes
Waiting to reveal the ageless mystery
Ready to roll back the eastern skies
Myriads of angels poised around Him
As His lightning steed prepares to ride the wind
And the chains of sin that never could confound Him
Are trampled as the victory march begins
Then He comes! He returns!
With a trumpet blast
He comes at last
To take His chosen home
Then He comes! He returns!
It's the end of time
And all war and crime is done
When He comes!
All creation waits in silent wonder
For the moment all will be made new
And with the growing sound of righteous thunder
The King of Kings comes swiftly into view
Then He comes! He returns!
With a trumpet blast
He comes at last
To take His chosen home
Then He comes! He returns!
It's the end of time
And all war and crime is done
When He comes!
Then He comes! He returns!
Then He comes! He returns!
With a trumpet blast
He comes at last
To take His chosen home
When He comes! He returns!
With a trumpet blast
He comes at last
To take His chosen home
When He comes! He returns!
It's the end of time
And all war and crime is done
When He comes!
When He comes!