The Coming of the Lord (Morton)

Do you hear the migh­ty clash­ing

Of the thoughts of men of pow­er?

Do you see the om­ens thick­en­ing

Of a cri­sis ev­ery hour?

What is this? and what the oth­er?

Why this strange un­rest abroad?

Ah

the signs fore­tell the com­ing

Yes

the com­ing of the Lord.

Oh

the com­ing

oh the com­ing

All the signs fore­tell the com­ing

Yes

the com­ing of the Lord.

Oh

the com­ing

oh the com­ing

All the signs fore­tell the com­ing

Yes

the com­ing of the Lord.

All the plans of so­cial schem­ers

All the strug­gles of the years

All the odes of po­et dream­ers

Are ob­scured with doubts and fears.

And the world is wait­ing

breath­less

For an evo­lu­tion vast:

Wrought in God

and like an an­chor

In a migh­ty cur­rent cast.

What the out­come of the con­flict?

What the end

ah

who can say?

We may read in liv­ing let­ters

We may know

yea

know to­day!

More than mor­tal words pro­claim it

Revelations from our God

All the signs fore­tell the com­ing

Yes

the com­ing of the Lord.