Life Is The Time To Serve The Lord by Isaac Watts

Life is the time to serve the Lord,
The time to ensure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

Life is the hour that God has given
To ’scape from hell and fly to Heav’n;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their memory and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

Their hatred and their love is lost,
Their envy is buried in the dust;
They have no share in all that’s done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.

Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.

There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave, to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Isaac Watts [ca. 1707] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

The Light From Calvary by Stella M. Thompson

Wondrous light from Calvary,
Every wandering one may see,
For ’tis kindly, brightly gleaming each day;
With the eye of faith behold,
And be guided to the fold,
From its blessèd refuge never to stray.

Wondrous light from Calvary,
Thro’ each day my pilot be!
Safely o’er the rugged heights,
Thro’ the dark and cheerless nights,
Lead me home, O Calvary’s wondrous light!

Glorious light from Calvary,
Oh! how precious unto me
Since I saw its gentle beckoning gleam!
I was bowing ’neath a load
On sin’s bleak and rugged road,
When it pierced the gloom in beauty supreme.

Wondrous light from Calvary,
Thro’ each day my pilot be!
Safely o’er the rugged heights,
Thro’ the dark and cheerless nights,
Lead me home, O Calvary’s wondrous light!

Fadeless light from Calvary,
For the millions shining free,
Flash it forth upon the desolate waste;
Precious souls are sinking there,
In the depths of dark despair,
Will you, Christian, to their rescue then haste?

Wondrous light from Calvary,
Thro’ each day my pilot be!
Safely o’er the rugged heights,
Thro’ the dark and cheerless nights,
Lead me home, O Calvary’s wondrous light!

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Harvest Song by Charles H. Gabriel

Look, the harvest field is teeming
With the rich and ripened grain;
Wide it spreads before us,
Bright the sky is o’er us;
In the sunlight, golden gleaming,
Heaving like the restless main,
"Reapers are needed,"
Resounds o’er hill and plain.

Rouse ye then, and to the fields away,
Go labor for the Master while you may;
Lo! He is calling, night is falling,
Hasten to obey,
For reapers are needed today.

In the markets and the byways,
Whiling precious hours away,
Many stand complaining,
Idle still remaining,
Loitering in the dusty highways,
Hearing not the Master say:
"Reapers are needed,
O who will work today?"

Rouse ye then, and to the fields away,
Go labor for the Master while you may;
Lo! He is calling, night is falling,
Hasten to obey,
For reapers are needed today.

Hear ye not the faithful singing
Of the labor and the yield?
Rouse ye, then, O sleepers,
Join the happy reapers;
To the wind your sorrows flinging,
Patiently the sickle wield:
"Reapers are needed,
Awake, and to the field!"

Rouse ye then, and to the fields away,
Go labor for the Master while you may;
Lo! He is calling, night is falling,
Hasten to obey,
For reapers are needed today.

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Laborers Of Christ, Arise by Lydia H. Sigourney

Laborers of Christ, arise,
And gird you for the toil;
The dew of promise from the skies
Already cheers the soil.

Go—where the sick recline,
Where mourning hearts deplore,
And where the sons of penury pine,
Dispense your hallowed lore.

Urge with a tender zeal
The erring child along
Where peaceful congregations kneel,
And pious teachers throng.

By faith, which looks above,
With prayer, your constant guest;
And wrap the Savior’s changeless love
A mantle round your breast.

So shall you share the wealth
That earth may ne’er despoil,
And the blest Gospel’s saving health
Repay your arduous toil.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Lydia H. Sigourney [ca. 1836] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

The Book My Mother Read by Edward S. Ufford

Like a compass on the sea,
Like a star on azure deep,
Is the Bible unto me,
For my course it safely keeps;
Tells me how I strayed and fell,
How in sin I lay as dead,
But I live its power to tell,
Blessèd book my mother read.

Precious book! O wondrous book!
Who can tell its power divine?
Bearing news of grace so free,
Book of books, I claim it mine.

Like a lamp in darkest night,
Shining on my pathway lone,
Now and then upon my sight,
Shows a vision of my home;
So this book my spirit cheers,
When all other hopes are fled,
Balm and comfort for my fears,
Is the book my mother read.

Precious book! O wondrous book!
Who can tell its power divine?
Bearing news of grace so free,
Book of books, I claim it mine.

Like a guest from realms above,
Soothing all one’s pain and pang,
How it thrills with Jesus’ love,
Like some song the angels sang;
Tells me how my Savior came,
How for me His blood was shed;
I will read it o’er again—
Blessèd book my mother read.

Precious book! O wondrous book!
Who can tell its power divine?
Bearing news of grace so free,
Book of books, I claim it mine.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Edward S. Ufford [ca. 1916] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Cover With His Life by Franklin E. Belden

Look upon Jesus, sinless is He;
Father, impute His life unto me.
My life of scarlet, my sin and woe,
Cover with His life, whiter than snow.

Cover with His life, whiter than snow;
Fullness of His life then shall I know;
My life of scarlet, my sin and woe,
Cover with His life, whiter than snow.

Deep are the wounds transgression has made;
Red are the stains; my soul is afraid.
O to be covered, Jesus, with Thee,
Safe from the law that now judgeth me!

Cover with His life, whiter than snow;
Fullness of His life then shall I know;
My life of scarlet, my sin and woe,
Cover with His life, whiter than snow.

Longing the joy of pardon to know;
Jesus holds out a robe white as snow;
"Lord, I accept it! leaving my own,
Gladly I wear Thy pure life alone."

Cover with His life, whiter than snow;
Fullness of His life then shall I know;
My life of scarlet, my sin and woe,
Cover with His life, whiter than snow.

Reconciled by His death for my sin,
Justified by His life pure and clean,
Sanctified by obeying His Word,
Glorified when returneth my Lord.

Cover with His life, whiter than snow;
Fullness of His life then shall I know;
My life of scarlet, my sin and woe,
Cover with His life, whiter than snow.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Franklin E. Belden [ca. 1899] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

The Coming King (Gilbert) by Eva O. B. Gilbert

Lo, our king is surely coming,
Cry the sentinels today;
From their watch towers on the hilltops,
They are looking far away,
And they see the waving signals,
And they hear the measured tread
That shall soon arrest the living,
And awake the sleeping dead.

For our king is surely coming;
Angel hosts shall shout it then,
But His heralds He has chosen
From among the sons of men.

Let Him find you when He cometh,
At your humble daily toil;
At the sweeping of the kitchen,
Or the tilling of the soil;
Let Him find you by the wayside,
Helping on some stumbling child,
Let Him find you where the tempest
Spreads it devastation wild.

For our king is surely coming;
Angel hosts shall shout it then,
But His heralds He has chosen
From among the sons of men.

Let Him find you telling heathen
Of the unknown God they seek;
Let Him find you in the sick room,
Cheering up the faint and weak;
Let Him find you in the city,
Making straight the paths of youth,
Let Him find you in the pulpit,
Spreading forth the living truth.

For our king is surely coming;
Angel hosts shall shout it then,
But His heralds He has chosen
From among the sons of men.

But wherever He may find you,
Let it be with tender hand;
Guiding men to understanding
Of His precept and command.
For where’er our duty leads us,
Be it humble work or fine,
He will honor most the spirit
That shows forth His love divine.

For our king is surely coming;
Angel hosts shall shout it then,
But His heralds He has chosen
From among the sons of men.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Eva O. B. Gilbert [ca. 1905] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Come By Here by Robert K. Lewis

Kum ba yah, my Lord, come by here!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, come by here!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone’s crying, Lord, they are in need!
Someone’s hurting, Lord, please hear and heal!
Someone needs you, Lord, come by here!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone’s praying, Lord, with pleading words!
Someone trusts You, Lord, don't turn away!
Someone has faith, Lord, faith in You!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone’s singing, Lord, worshipping!
Someone’s singing, Lord, songs of You!
Someone’s singing, and, witnessing!
O Lord, come by here!

Someone’s found You, Praise The Father!
Someone’s been saved, Praise Jesus Christ!
Your Holy Spirit, Lord, dwell with us!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Kum ba yah, my Lord, come by here!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, come by here!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Google AI Overview

[The original] "Kumbaya" is an African-American spiritual song, originating in the Gullah culture of the South Carolina/Georgia coast, meaning "Come by here". Historically a plea to God for help, it was first recorded in 1926. In modern usage, it is often used sarcastically to describe forced harmony, naive idealism, or an excessive desire for consensus, especially in politics.

Origins and Meaning

Literal Meaning: "Kumbaya" is a Gullah, or creole, pronunciation of "Come by here".

Original Context: It was a spiritual song, often titled "Come By Here," sung by Gullah Geechee people as a cry for help or a prayer to God to come to the aid of those in need.

History: The first recording was made in 1926 by folk enthusiast Robert Winslow Gordon, featuring a singer named H. Wylie in Darien, Georgia.

Evolution of the Term

Campfire Song: Over time, it transitioned from a sorrow song into a popular folk song often sung around campfires, particularly in Scouting, in the mid-20th century.

Modern Cynicism: Today [Sadly!], the phrase is often used with a negative, ironic, or dismissive connotation. A "kumbaya moment" suggests an unrealistic, sentimental, or overly simplistic attempt to reach agreement in a complex conflict.

So, Google AI explains how something decent and good, the original Kum Ba Yah, is redefined into something sarcastic and bad, per the constant evil workings of Satan. It is a fascinationg and heartbreaking study to research the many ways that so many things are redefined by sinful angels and men. But here, reimagined, the original song's message is elaborated on, and made plain, as it should be.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Robert K. Lewis, modelled after Kum Ba Yah, and are Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Laborers Of Christ, Arise by Lydia H. Sigourney

Laborers of Christ, arise,
And gird you for the toil;
The dew of promise from the skies
Already cheers the soil.

Go—where the sick recline,
Where mourning hearts deplore,
And where the sons of penury pine,
Dispense your hallowed lore.

Urge with a tender zeal
The erring child along
Where peaceful congregations kneel,
And pious teachers throng.

By faith, which looks above,
With prayer, your constant guest;
And wrap the Savior’s changeless love
A mantle round your breast.

So shall you share the wealth
That earth may ne’er despoil,
And the blest Gospel’s saving health
Repay your arduous toil.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Lydia H. Sigourney [ca. 1836] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

The Good Man’s Steps Are Led Aright by Charles H. Gabriel

The good man’s steps are led aright,
His way is pleasing in God’s sight,
Established it shall stand;
He shall not perish though he fall,
The mighty Lord, who rules o’er all,
Upholds him with His hand.

Though I am old who young have been,
No saint have I forsaken seen,
Nor yet his home in need;
He ever leads in gracious ways,
His life true charity displays,
His sons are blest indeed.

Depart from evil, do thou well,
And evermore securely dwell;
Jehovah loves the right.
His faithfulness His saints have proved,
Forever they shall stand unmoved,
But sinners God will smite.

The righteous, through His favoring hand,
Shall yet inherit all the land
And dwell therein for aye;
He talks of wisdom and of right,
In God’s pure law is his delight,
His steps go not astray.

The wicked, watching for their prey,
Desire the righteous man to slay,
But God is on his side;
He will not leave him in their hands
Nor count him guilty when he stands
In judgment to be tried.

Wait on the Lord and keep His way;
He will exalt thee, nor delay
To give the land to thee;
And when the wicked are cut off,
The wicked who against thee scoff,
Their judgment thou shalt see.

The wicked in great power are seen,
Like spreading tree with foliage green
That grows in native ground.
I looked again, they were no more;
I sought the men so proud before,
But they could not be found.

Mark thou the upright day by day,
Behold the perfect in his way,
His journey ends in peace.
Destroyed at once shall rebels be;
Cut off from all posterity,
Their very name shall cease.

Salvation is from God alone,
Whom as their covert saints have known
When by sore troubles tried;
The Lord, who helped in troubles past,
Will save them to the very last,
For they in Him abide.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Charles H. Gabriel [1901] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Kum Ba Yah

Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone’s laughing, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone’s laughing, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone’s laughing, Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone’s crying, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone’s crying, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone’s crying, Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone’s praying, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone’s praying, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone’s praying, Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone’s singing, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone’s singing, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone’s singing, Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Google AI Overview

"Kumbaya" is an African-American spiritual song, originating in the Gullah culture of the South Carolina/Georgia coast, meaning "Come by here". Historically a plea to God for help, it was first recorded in 1926. In modern usage, it is often used sarcastically to describe forced harmony, naive idealism, or an excessive desire for consensus, especially in politics. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]

Origins and Meaning

Literal Meaning: "Kumbaya" is a Gullah, or creole, pronunciation of "Come by here".

Original Context: It was a spiritual song, often titled "Come By Here," sung by Gullah Geechee people as a cry for help or a prayer to God to come to the aid of those in need.

History: The first recording was made in 1926 by folk enthusiast Robert Winslow Gordon, featuring a singer named H. Wylie in Darien, Georgia.

Evolution of the Term

Campfire Song: Over time, it transitioned from a sorrow song into a popular folk song often sung around campfires, particularly in Scouting, in the mid-20th century.

Modern Cynicism: Today [Sadly!], the phrase is often used with a negative, ironic, or dismissive connotation. A "kumbaya moment" suggests an unrealistic, sentimental, or overly simplistic attempt to reach agreement in a complex conflict.

So, this is an example of how something decent and good is redefined into something sarcastic and bad, per the constant evil workings of Satan. It is a fascinationg and heartbreaking study to research the many ways that so many things are redefined by sinful angels and men.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are a Black American Spiritual and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

The Good Old Christian Way by Charles C. Overton

’Tis in the Holy Bible,
The precious word of God,
I find the way to Heaven
There given by my Lord.
He says that He will lead me
By night as well as day,
And guide me by His Spirit
In the good old Christian way.

God’s way! Christ’s way!
That is the way for me.
It leads from earth to Heaven,
Where Jesus I shall see.

My father and my mother
Both journeyed on this road;
They taught me in my childhood,
It led to Heav’n and God;
Its path is peace and blessing—
All travelers on it say
No other way’s so happy
As the good old Christian way.

God’s way! Christ’s way!
That is the way for me.
It leads from earth to Heaven,
Where Jesus I shall see.

And when my journey’s ended,
And I am home above,
Enjoying Heaven’s blessings,
Filled with my Savior’s love,
I’ll sing loud hallelujahs,
To Jesus ever pray
A prayer of praise, for giving
Me the good old Christian way.

God’s way! Christ’s way!
That is the way for me.
It leads from earth to Heaven,
Where Jesus I shall see.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Charles C. Overton and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Keep A Light In The Window by M. A. Maitland

Keep a light in the window burning,
Faint tho’ its glimmering be;
It may lighten some homeless wanderer,
Tossing on life’s dark sea.
It may whisper words of comfort,
And hope to the sinking heart;
Of the beacon that fadeless gleameth,
When the sunbeams of earth depart.

Keep a light in the window burning,
Brilliantly for a sign;
That upon you the Lord of glory
Maketh His face to shine.
Hoping that some long lost brother,
Waylaid in the path of sin;
May see its welcome glimmer,
And joyfully enter in.

Keep a light in the window burning,
Ye who in Christ rejoice;
And with hopeful souls are waiting,
For the sound of the Bridegroom’s voice.
Till the light of His glorious presence,
Extinguish the feeble ray;
Like the morning star it shall vanish,
In the light of the perfect day.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by M. A. Maitland [ca. 1875] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Keep On Praying by Robert O. Smith, 1899

Tho’ the foes of right oppress,
Keep on praying;
Christ, the Lord, is near to bless,
All prevailing.
Let not fear your heart appall,
Naught of evil can befall,
Stronger is your God than all;
Keep on praying.

Keep on praying,
Keep on praying,
Thro’ the Savior’s blessèd name,
All prevailing.

Christian, has your faith grown weak?
Keep on praying;
Do the tears roll down your cheek?
Keep on praying.
Soon you never more will sigh,
Tears no more shall dim your eye,
Pray to Him who’s always nigh,
Never failing.

Keep on praying,
Keep on praying,
Thro’ the Savior’s blessèd name,
All prevailing.

Pilgrim, have you weary grown?
Keep on praying,
God is yet upon His throne,
Keep on praying.
He will hear your faithful cry,
He to help is ever nigh,
You shall conquer by and by,
Keep on praying.

Keep on praying,
Keep on praying,
Thro’ the Savior’s blessèd name,
All prevailing.

Praises shall with prayers ascend
Keep on praying;
Pray and praise till life shall end,
Keep on praying.
Till you reach the golden gate,
Where the ransomed souls await,
Claiming there your triumph great,
Keep on praying.

Keep on praying,
Keep on praying,
Thro’ the Savior’s blessèd name,
All prevailing.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Robert O. Smith [1899] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Keep Your Eyes On Jesus by Edna G. Y. Reed

Would you travel safely
Thro’ this world below,
Sure of faithful guidance
Everywhere you go?
Overcome all evil
Every passing day?
Keep your eyes on Jesus
All along the way!

Keep your eyes on Jesus,
Follow where He leads;
He will bear your burden,
Satisfy your needs;
Keep your eyes on Jesus
Every passing day;
Keep your eyes on Jesus
All along the way!

Would you live more fully
In the perfect love?
Knowing your petitions
Will be heard above;
Trust His precious promise,
Each command obey,
Keep your eyes on Jesus
All along the way!

Keep your eyes on Jesus,
Follow where He leads;
He will bear your burden,
Satisfy your needs;
Keep your eyes on Jesus
Every passing day;
Keep your eyes on Jesus
All along the way!

Would you be a blessing
Unto all you meet,
Be a willing listener
At the Master’s feet?
Heir to His own kingdom,
Land of endless day?
Keep your eyes on Jesus
All along the way!

Keep your eyes on Jesus,
Follow where He leads;
He will bear your burden,
Satisfy your needs;
Keep your eyes on Jesus
Every passing day;
Keep your eyes on Jesus
All along the way!

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Edna G. Y. Reed and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

Kind Framer Of The Firmament maybe by Ambrose of Milan

Kind Framer of the firmament,
Their light eternal, who believe,
Christ, hear us, and our cries prevent,
Savior of all, our prayers receive:

Who, sorrowing that by death’s sharp sting
The race of man should come to naught,
Hast saved a world, when languishing,
And healing to the guilty brought.

The world fast waning to its eve—
Like bridegroom, from His vaulted home,
He deigned that noblest shrine to leave
The blessèd mother’s virgin womb.

He, at whose name all bend, and bow
To His Almightiness the knee,
In Heav’n above and earth below,
Confessors of His majesty.

Thee we implore, O holy Lord—
For Thou wilt come our judge to be,
From us in every season ward
The arrows of the enemy.

Praise, honor, might and glory meet,
To God the Father and the Son;
And to the holy Paraclete,
While everlasting ages run.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are Ancient Latin (Conditor Alme Siderum), sometimes attributed (probably in error) to Ambrose of Milan, and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

The King Has Come by William W. Smith

Let heathen rage, and kings combine,
But Jesus reigneth still;
"O let us break His bonds," they say,
"And cast His cords from us away."
Yet shall He reign in endless day,
His throne is Zion’s hill.

Our God declares the firm decree,
"My Son, this day art Thou;
O ask, and I shall give to Thee
The utmost land by every sea;
The glory of the earth shall be
A crown upon Thy brow."

Thou, Christ, shalt rule with rod of power,
Thy might with awe we see;
We kiss the hand that saves from woe,
And follow where Thy footsteps go;
O blessèd are the saints below,
Who put their trust in Thee.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by The King Has Come by William W. Smith [ca. 1878] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

The King Is Coming In Glory by Kittie L. Suffield

The King is coming in glory
To catch His bride away,
It may be in the morning
It may be at midday,
At the even or midnight;
The trump will sound so clear,
The dead in Christ, and we that live,
His voice shall hear.

The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
The fig tree is budding,
The signs are everywhere,
The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

Behold! He cometh, and leaping,
And skipping o’er the hills;
Like the young roe, like the young hart,
My soul with rapture thrills;
Thru the window He’s looking,
Thru the lattice work is seen,
The winter’s past, the rain is o’er,
The figs are green.

The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
The fig tree is budding,
The signs are everywhere,
The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

The King is coming, "Be ready,"
To meet Him on that day;
With your heart right, with your robes white,
And in this holy way;
Like the lightning that flashes
In the twinkling of an eye,
Our Lord shall come to claim His own,
He’s drawing nigh.

The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
The fig tree is budding,
The signs are everywhere,
The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

The saints are looking ever upward
While journ’ing on their way.
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.
The saints are looking ever upward
While journ’ing on their way.
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
The fig tree is budding,
The signs are everywhere,
The King is coming, hallelujah!
He’s coming in the air,
He’s coming, hallelujah!
To catch His bride away.

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"The King Is Coming in Glory" was written by Kittie L. Suffield (1884–1972) in the early 20th century, with specific early works credited around 1924. While her most famous hymn, "Little Is Much When God Is In It," is dated 1924, this text is often categorized within that same era of her ministry. The hymn is also known by the first line of the chorus, "The King is coming, hallelujah!". Note: This is distinct from the 1970 song "The King Is Coming" by Bill and Gloria Gaither.

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The Kingdom Shall Stand by Henry R. Trickett [ca. 1884]

The kingdoms of earth
Pass away one by one,
But the kingdom of Heaven remains;
It is built on a rock,
And the Lord is its king,
And forever and ever He reigns.

It shall stand, it shall stand,
Forever and ever and ever;
It shall stand; it shall stand;
It shall stand; it shall stand;
Forever and ever,
Amen and Amen.

The tempest may rage
Aand the hurricane roar,
Yea, the wind and the torrents descend,
And the strong gates of hell
May assail it in vain,
For the kingdom shall stand till the end.

It shall stand, it shall stand,
Forever and ever and ever;
It shall stand; it shall stand;
It shall stand; it shall stand;
Forever and ever,
Amen and Amen.

The kingdom of God
Is now open to all,
Even the vilest may now enter in;
There’s a welcome for all
Who will turn to the Lord,
Full salvation and pardon for sin.

It shall stand, it shall stand,
Forever and ever and ever;
It shall stand; it shall stand;
It shall stand; it shall stand;
Forever and ever,
Amen and Amen.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Henry R. Trickett [ca. 1884] and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.

The Knock Of The Nail-Pierced Hand by John R. Clements

Dost thou know at thy bolted heart’s door tonight,
The Savior in meekness doth stand,
And longs for admission? Pray, listen now
To the knock of the nail-piercèd hand.

Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand,
Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand;
Swing the door open wide,
Bid Him enter and abide,
Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand.

Outside He has stood thro’ the length of the years,
Since Mother the love-flame first flamed;
You have spurned and rejected, O give heed tonight,
To the knock of the nail-piercèd hand.

Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand,
Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand;
Swing the door open wide,
Bid Him enter and abide,
Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand.

You turn not away when a friend’s at your door,
Here’s one there’s none like in the land,
Who asks to come in to forever abide;
Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand.

Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand,
Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand;
Swing the door open wide,
Bid Him enter and abide,
Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand.

All the pain and the shame of His death on the tree
A welcome from you should command,
Since the weight of your sins in His body He bore;
Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand.

Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand,
Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand;
Swing the door open wide,
Bid Him enter and abide,
Heed the knock of the nail-piercèd hand.

This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by John R. Clements and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.