I know it won't be long until the saviour comes
Oh, and if you're weary, weary, keep on praying
Sometimes we do get down with no one else around
But in those quiet times he whispers, "You are mine and I love you,"
Sometimes we know we're wrong and we feel so far from home
But if you'll listen, you'll hear his gentle voice saying, "You belong."

The cares of life they sting, but when we see the king, oh, they'll melt away just like the snows in Spring
No more tears, no more crying
"Behold, I come quickly, and every eye shall see
Oh, and, every tongue will swear to me
Oh, I am the saviour and I love you."