Nhạc sĩ: William J. Gaither, Gloria Gaither
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
A parade began at Calvary, the saints of all the ages fill its ranks.
O'er the sands of time they're marching to their king's great coronation, and this could be the dawning of that day.
Nothing here holds their allegiance, they're not bound by shackles forged of earthly gold.
Since that day they knelt at Calvary, they've been pilgrims ever wandering, just looking for a place to rest their soul.
This could be the dawning of that grand and glorious day, when the face of Jesus we behold.
Dreams and hopes of all the ages are awaiting his returning, and this could be the dawning of that day.
All the saints are getting restless, for what glorious expectation fuels him.
Dreams and hopes of all the ages are awaiting his returning, and this could be the dawning of that day.
For this could be the dawning of that grand and glorious day, when the face of Jesus we behold.
Dreams and hopes of all the ages are awaiting his returning, and this could be the dawning of that day.
Dreams and hopes of all the ages are awaiting his returning, and this could be the dawning of that day.
