Wring your hands in the dead of night
When the moon is black and the stars don't shine
Pace the floor when the wind blows cold
You feel it piercing your weary soul
Go on and cry your tears
But when the morning sun appears
Don't weep no more
Gabriel's standing up to sound his horn
Don't weep no more
I see the coming of the Lord
Like a thief at night, the Lord will come
And He'll set right all the wrong been done
The lonely widow, the orphaned child
Will find their rest in a little while
More than blessed are the weak
For you will get what you seek
Don't weep no more
Gabriel's standing up to sound his horn
Don't weep no more
I see the coming of the Lord
On a white horse
With a sharp sword
I see the coming of the Lord
Where the Lion's roar
Opened heaven's door
I see the coming of the Lord
Don't weep no more
Cause Gabriel's standing up to sound his horn
Don't weep no more
I see the coming of the Lord
Like a thief at night, the Lord will come
And He'll set right all the wrong been done
I said I see the coming of the Lord
The lonely widow, the orphaned child
Will find their rest in a little while
I see the coming of the Lord
I see the coming of the Lord.
I see the coming of the Lord.