The King

[dadof4]

The King from a-top the mountains
The King from beneath the stone
The King of flowing fountains
Shall come unto His own

He'll come with trumpet sound
He'll come with wondrous might
His glory will shine around
It will be a glorious sight

He'll rule over all the land
He'll rule over every sea
He'll rule over grass and sand
He'll rule over ever galaxy

His Kingdom He will bring
Down to earth below
His glory we will sing
Our lives, to Him, we'll show

Our King, we should praise
And lift His name on high
Our voices we will raise
So they reach up to the sky

The King is full of grace
His mercy, He gives to you
When we look upon His face
We can see his power, too

The King will ride through the gate
And enter into His hall
Accept Him before it's too late
Won't you listen to His call?