Triunfo
Harpa Cristã
Triumph
When from heaven, descending
To His own, Jesus returns
And God's trumpet proclaims to all
That the great day of my King's triumph has come
I, by His immense grace, will be there
When, at last, the day arrives
Of my King's triumph
When, at last, the day arrives
By the grace of Jesus, I will be there
On that day, when the dead
Will hear Christ's voice
And from their tombs will rise
The redeemed gathered will soon acclaim their King
I, by His immense grace, will be there
When, at last, the day arrives
Of my King's triumph
When, at last, the day arrives
By the grace of Jesus, I will be there
Rejected by the world was Jesus, my Savior
They scorned, insulted my Lord
But glorious comes the day of my King's triumph
I, by His immense grace, will be there
When, at last, the day arrives
Of my King's triumph
When, at last, the day arrives
By the grace of Jesus, I will be there
In myself, I have nothing to trust in
But Jesus died on the cross to save me
Only in Him do I hope, yes, and will always hope
For by His immense grace, I will be there
When, at last, the day arrives
Of my King's triumph
When, at last, the day arrives
By the grace of Jesus, I will be there
