He Comes As A Darkened Knight


Upon The Raging Storm


And As An Angel Of Love He Reaps The Harvest Corn


He Comes As A Leveller To Make One And All The Same


His Song On The Western Wind To Deliver Us From Pain


Take His Hand


For Only He'll Lead You On To The Promised Hand


He Is The Only True Friend Of The Poor


Can You Not See That Only He Can Ever Set You Free


He Is The Only True Friend Of The Poor


And All The Kings And The Queens And The Generals


Dread The Gaze Of His Eyes


But To The Sick And The Cold And The Starving


He's A Blessing In Disguise


For His Sweet Kiss Brings Release


And They Shall Suffer No More


So They Don't Fear When He Comes


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