When the King of kings comes,
When the Lord of lords comes,
We shall have a joy­ful day,
When the King of kings comes;
To see the na­tions brok­en down,
And king­doms once of great re­nown,
And saints now suf­fer­ing 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;
To see the saints raised from the dead,
And all to­ge­ther ga­thered,
And made like to their glo­ri­ous Head,
When the King of kings comes.

When the foe’s dis­tress comes,
When the Church’s rest comes;
We shall have a joy­ful day,
When the King of kings comes;
To see the New Je­ru­sa­lem,
Its full­ness and its match­less frame,
Surpassing all re­port and fame,
When the King of kings comes.

When the world’s course is 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 our Lord in clouds comes,
When He with great pow’r comes,
We shall have a joy­ful day,
When the King of kings comes;
To see all things by Him re­stored,
And God Him­self alone ad­ored,
By all the saints with one ac­cord,
When the King of kings comes.