When the King of kings comes

When the King of kings comes,When the Lord of lords comes,We shall have a joyful day,We shall have a joyful day,When the King of kings comes!Great Babylon is broken down,And kingdoms once of great renown,And saints now suff'ring wear the crown,When the King of kings comes.

When the trump of God calls,When the last of foes falls,We shall have a joyful day,When the King of kings comes:O, then the saints, raised from the dead,Are with the living gatherèd,And all made like their glorious Head,When the King of kings comes.

When the foe's distress comes,Then the church's "rest" comes:We shall have a joyful day,When the King of kings comes:And then the new Jerusalem,Surpassing all reports of fame,Shines, worthy of its Maker's name,When the King of kings comes.

When the world its course has run,When the Judgment is begun;We shall have a joyful day,—When the King of kings comes;To see the sons of God well known,All spotless to their Father shown,And Jesus all his brethren own,When the King of kings comes.

When the conqueror's hour comes,When he with great power comes,We shall have a joyful day,—When the King of kings comes;To see all things by him restored,And God himself alone adoredBy all the saints, with one accord,When the King of kings comes.