When Christ Comes Songtext
von Max Lucado

When Christ c-omes)

I await for the trumpet, call of God
And the glorious voice, of the archang-el

I await for the clouds, to roll away
As all of heaven announces, Your ret-urn

Death is swallowed up in victory
We′ll be crowned in Your glor-y

When Christ c-omes
When Christ c-omes
In the twinkling of an e-ye we'll be ch-anged
When Christ c-omes
When Christ c-omes
In Your presence we will dwell, foreverm-ore


My heart will not be troubled, I trust in You
You′re preparing a perfect, place for m-e

Your open arms say welcome My precious one
Heaven's promise to us, is now rev-ealed

Death is swallowed up in victory
We'll be crowned in Your glor-y

When Christ c-omes
When Christ c-omes
In Your presence we will dwell, foreverm-ore

(Yea-eah)

(When Christ c-omes)
I await, for the trumpet c-all
(When Christ c-omes)
The beautiful voice, of the archang-el