| Song | In The Midst Is The King |
| Album | Top Gospel Songs Of All The Time |
| Genre | Contemporary Gospel |
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| Tags | In The Midst Is The King |
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I’ve Been Standing Near A Gate Looking Down A Narrow Way,
And I See The Multitude Gathered There,
Wearing Garments White As Snow, Walking Streets Of Purest Gold.
All The Saints Are Coming Home Forever More.
Oh How Sweet It Is To Hear Mama Singing Loud And Clear.
And The Sound Of Angel Wings On My Ears,
Saints Have Come From Far And Near.
Never Again To Know A Care.
In The Midst, Is The King
Little Children At His Feet
No More Pain, Will They Know
He Has Touched, And Made Them Whole
Happy Voices Fill The Air
There Is Singing Every Where.
What A Sight To Behold The Redeemed Are Coming Home.
