The Saviour will come,
Resplendent in joy,
The lame and the sick
New strength will enjoy.
The desert, rejoicing,
Shall burst into flow'r,
The deaf and the speechless
Will sing in that hour!

The Saviour will come,
Like rain on the eárth,
To harvest at last
His crop of great worth.
In patience await him,
With firmness of mind;
Both mercy and judgement
His people will find.

The Saviour will come,
His truth we shall see;
Where lepers are cleansed
And captives set free.
No finely-clad princeling
In palace of gold,
But Christ with his people,
O wonder untold!