1 There is a King of glory,
Ere long on earth to rise,
Sung in prophetic story,
Descending from the skies;
The Babe of Bethlehem 'tis he;
It is the man of Calvary,
Not crowned with thorns, and gory,
But crowned with glory now!
Not crowned with thorns to-day,
Not mocked and led away,
But crowned with everlasting glory now!

2 He cometh, cometh speedy,
To save his suffering saints,
Saints groaning, waiting, ready,
And endeth their complaints;
With joy they meet him in the air,
And shout the swelling triumph there;
No longer poor and needy,
But crowned with glory now!
Not one's reviled to-day!
None stumble in the way
All crowned with everlasting glory now.

3 O tears, and sin, and sighing,
Now let your prisoner go,
Discharged from pain and dying
And from a world of woe;
I go to Christ, he comes to me,
We meet in bright eternity,
On clouds he cometh flying,
On clouds of glory now!
Victorious in his wars,
Full many a palm he bears,
And crowns of everlasting glory now!

4 O, what is tribulation,
And all the ills I bear,
Compared with this salvation,
And all the glory there?
Behold a city fair and high,
Bright capital of earth and sky,
The joy of all creation,
And filled with glory now!
The armies of his grace,
Triumphant reach the place:
'Tis glory, everlasting glory, now!

5 There every sight that pleases,
There every sound that cheers,
There sweet, immortal breezes,
Inspire the balmy years;
There all the just join in a band,
From every age, from every land,
While o'er them reigns King Jesus,
With crowns of glory now!
The people of his grace,
Have reached the heavenly place:
'Tis glory, everlasting glory, now!