The Marketplace is empty,
no more traffic in the streets.
All the builders' tools are silent,
no more time to harvest wheat.
Busy housewives cease their labors,
in the courtroom no debate.
Work on earth is all suspended,
as the King comes through the gate.
I just heard the trumpet sounding,
Happy faces lie in the hallways,
those whose lives he has redeemed,
broken homes he has mended,
those from prison he has freed.
Little children and the aged,
hand in hand, stand all aglow,
Who were crippled, broken, ruined,
Now dressed in garments white as snow.
I can hear the chariots rumble,
I can see the marching throng,
The flurry of God's trumpets
spell the end of sin and wrong.
Regal robes are now unfolding.
Heaven's grandstands all in place.
Heaven's choir is now assembled.
Start to sing amazing grace.
I just heard the trumpet sounding,
Praise God, He's coming for me
I just heard the trumpets sounding
Praise God, He's coming for me!
