Come, Lord Jesus, make no delay, 

Come, Lord Jesus, light up our way! 

The day of the Lord shall come as prophets foretold 

When Christ shall make all things new no matter how old, 

And some at the stars may gaze and some at God's word 

In vain to predict the time, the Day of the Lord. 

The Day of the Lord shall come, a thief in the night 

A curse to those in the wrong who think they are right, 

A pleasure for those in pain with death at the door, 

A true liberation for the prisoners and poor. 

The desert shall spring to life, the hills shall rejoice, 

The lame of the earth shall leap, the dumb find their voice, 

The lamb with the lion shall lie, the last shall be first, 

And nations for war no more shall study or thirst. 

The Day of the Lord shall come but now is the time, 

To topple earth's wisdom with Christ's folly sublime, 

By loving the loveless, turning the tide and the cheek, 

By walking beneath the cross in step with the weak.