Hymns - Coronation Day - Текст песни

There is soon to be a meeting free from trouble care and sorrow,
When the saints shall all assemble in the air.
There'll be prophets, priests, and sages,
Saints that lived down thru the ages
But they'll never crown Jesus till I get there.

Chorus
On that Coronation Day, heaven's courts will ring with praise,
When the bloodwashed army gathers in the air.
Billions sing a glad refrain, friends and loved ones meet again,
But they'll never crown Jesus till I get there.

They will come from every nation, every child of God's creation,
Thru the blood of Christ their souls are pure and fair.
Of the multitude that gathers I may be the least among them,
But they'll never crown Jesus till I get there.

Chorus
On that Coronation Day, heaven's courts will ring with praise,
When the bloodwashed army gathers in the air.
Billions sing a glad refrain, friends and loved ones meet again,
But they'll never crown Jesus till I get there.