1 Art Thou He that should come, dear Lord?
Then why are we bound in prison?
Why is our night so sad and long?
Why is our Light not risen?
Wait, brother, for the day is breaking,
Dreary night shall roll away;
All the shadows round thee gathering
Soon shall melt in a glorious day. [Refrain]
2 Art Thou He that should come, dear Lord?
Then why are the sad hearts crying?
Why are the poor still trampled down?
Why are the needy dying? [Refrain]
3 Art Thou He that was promised, Lord?
O hear Thou the captives weeping;
See how the tide of sin and woe
Wide o’er the world is sweeping. [Refrain]
|First Line:||Art Thou He that should come, dear Lord?|
|Title:||Art Thou He that should come?|
|Author:||W. O. Cushing|
|Refrain First Line:||Wait, brother for the day|
|Name:||[Art Thou He that should come, dear Lord?]|