Twila Paris
Twila Paris
Twila Paris
Twila Paris
Twila Paris
Twila Paris
Twila Paris
Twila Paris
Twila Paris
Twila Paris
Twila Paris
Twila Paris
When He cometh, when He cometh
To make up His jewels
All His jewels, precious jewels
His loved and His own
Like the stars of the morning
His bright crown adorning
They shall shine in their beauty
Bright gems for His crown
He will gather, He will gather
The gems for His kingdom
All the pure ones, all the bright ones
His loved and His own
Like the stars of the morning
His bright crown adorning
They shall shine in their beauty
Bright gems for His crown
Little children, little children
Who love their Redeemer
Are the jewels, precious jewels
His loved and His own
Like the stars of the morning
His bright crown adorning
They shall shine in their beauty
Bright gems for His crown