The angels shall sound
The shout of his coming
The sleeping shall rise
From their slumbering place
And those who remain
Shall be changed in a moment
And we shall behold him
Then face to face
The King is coming, the King is coming
I just heard the trumpet sounding and now His face I see
We shall behold Him
We shall behold Him
Face to face our Saviour and Lord
We shall behold Him our Saviour and Lord
Saviour and Lord.