A Better Day

I am waiting, ever waiting, For the brighter, better day, Just beyond the clouds and shadows, That surround my lonely way; For a day of light and gladness, Such as earth has never known, When in equity and justice, Christ shall reign on David' s throne.

All the prophets of past ages Saw its brightness from afar, And in words sublime have spoken Of the peace and glory there. They have slept in those green valleys, Which in weariness they trod; Soon they' ll come with songs of triumph To the holy mount of God.

Now the world is full of suff' ring, Sounds of woe fall on my ears, Sights of wretchedness and sorrow Fill my eyes with pitying tears. ' Tis the earth' s dark night of weeping; Wrong and evil triumph now; I can wait, for just before me Beams the morning' s roseate glow.

I am waiting, hoping, praying For Messiah' s glorious reign, For I know he' ll rule in justice; Right and truth will triumph then. Worldly pleasures cannot win me, While I wait for that bright day, Worldly splendor cannot charm me, While its light beams on my way.