Oh, the Lamb that as slain,
Soon is com­ing again,
Coming back in His king­ly ar­ray;
The bright glo­ry light,
As it breaks on our sight,
Shines the curse of the earth all away.

Refrain

Oh, the bet­ter day is com­ing,
The day-star is shin­ing,
The bet­ter day is com­ing by and by;
Oh, the bet­ter day is com­ing,
In the dawn­ing of the morn­ing,
The bet­ter day is com­ing by and by.

Then look up, wea­ry saint,
For thy mourn­ing shall end,
And the fount­ain of tears shall be dried:
Sing, joy­ful­ly sing,
Unto Je­sus the King,
Who will reign with His bride at His side.

Refrain

Wandering child, lone and sad,
From thy fa­ther’s abode,
On the mount­ain of sin, dark and cold,
The kind Shep­herd waits,
With a light at the gate,
He is call­ing thee back to the fold.

Refrain

Roll away, sky of blue,
Let the Sav­ior come thro’—
Angry na­tions rush on to the fray;
But saints clad in white,
And the an­gels in light,
With the con­quer­ing Lamb, in the day.

Refrain