My Lord will soon be coming down

Like the rain on new mown grass

Showers falling on the thirsty land





The righteous man will flourish in those days

And for as long as the moon runs 'round

Peace will abound





I sing praises, I sing praises

Praises to my Savior

Praises to my Lord





All those who dwell in wildnerness

Will bow down licking dust

And kings will follow, bringing gifts to my Lord





With one cry, He'll deliver those in need

And all the meek

And those who have oppressors in the world





And blessed be the Power

Blessed be the Glory

And blessed be the Name of Jesus