The King is on His journey, His heralds go before; Soon shall the earth receive her Lord, Nor mourn His absence more; The dawn is leading in the day, Ye sons of men, prepare His way. | The triumph of His victory In battle songs proclaim; Speak to the captive in his chains The magic of His name; He rules o'er freemen, not o'er slaves, His arm is mighty, and it saves. | Bedeck His throne majestic, Set forth His royal state; With palms bestrew His onward path, And open wide the gate; His coming, lo, is now at hand, Obedient, wait His high command. | O Jesus, King, come quickly; Thy waiting people pine To see the beauty of Thy face And hear Thy voice divine; The fealty of their lives to give, In willing service while they live. | |