CHORUS:
On that Coronation Day, heaven's courts will ring with praise
When the bloodwashed army gathers in the air.
Billions sing a glad refrain, friends and loved ones meet again,
But they'll never crown Jesus till I get there.
2. They will come from every nation, every child of God's creation
Thru the blood of Christ their souls are pure and fair,
Of the multitude that gathers I may be the least among them,
But they'll never crown Jesus till I get there.
CHORUS: