Lyrics:

My Lord will soon be coming down Like the rain on new mown grass Showers falling on the thirsty land The righteous man will flourish in those days And for as long as the moon runs 'round Peace will abound I sing praises, I sing praises Praises to my Savior Praises to my Lord All those who dwell in wildnerness Will bow down licking dust And kings will follow, bringing gifts to my Lord With one cry, He'll deliver those in need And all the meek And those who have oppressors in the world And blessed be the Power Blessed be the Glory And blessed be the Name of Jesus