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.