Even at the Door
The coming King is at the door
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The coming King is at the doorWho once the cross for sinners bore,But now the righteous ones aloneHe comes to gather home.
Chorus.
At the door, at the door,At the door, at the door,At the door, yes, even at the door;He is coming, he is coming,coming again, coming again,He is even at the door.
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The signs that show his coming nearAre fast fulfilling year by year,And soon we'll hail the glorious dawnOf heav'n's eternal morn.
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Look not on earth for strife to cease,Look not below for joy and peace,Until the Saviour comes againTo banish death and sin.
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Then in the glorious earth made newWe'll dwell the countless ages through;This mortal shall immortal be,And time, eternity.