Come Lord Jesus


Come Lord Jesus, the light is dying, The night keeps crying. Come Lord Jesus.

Christ, come quickly, There's danger at the door, Poverty a-plenty, Hearts gone wild with war, There's hunger in the city And famine on the plain.

Want demands a hearing, In far too many lands, The sick go unattended, Death deals a heavy hand The dreams of men are empty, Their cup of sorrow full.

The world awaits in darkness A mighty burst of light, To set the lame man leaping, To give the blind man sight, We have the prophets' promise. We await the Prince of peace.

The clouds shall send a Saviour Like softly falling rain, Yet mighty in his power, To free us from our chains. His shield will be compassion. His weapon liberty.

Category: Advent

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