The Better Day

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.

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.

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.

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.