When He Comes

There's a king
    and captain high,
And He's coming
    by and by,
And He'll find me
    hoeing cotton
        when He comes.

You can hear
    His legions
        charging
In the regions
    of the sky,
And He'll find me hoeing cotton when He comes.

There's a Man they thrust aside,
Who was tortured till He died,
And He'll find me hoeing cotton when He comes.

He was hated and rejected,
He was scorned and crucified,
And He'll find me hoeing cotton when He comes.

When He comes! When he comes!
He'll be crowned by saints and angels when He comes.

They'll be shouting out Hosanna!
To the Man that men denied,
And I'll kneel among my cotton when He comes.

-- French E Oliver, 1921
.