A time will come for singing
When all your tears are shed
When sorrows chains are broken
And broken hearts will mend
The deaf will hear your singing
When silent tongues are freed
The lame will join your dancing
When blind eyes learn to see
A time will come for singing
When trees will raise their boughs
When men lay down their armor
And hammer their swords into plows
When beggars live as princes
And orphans find their homes
When prison cells are emptied
And hatred has grown old
A time will come for singing
A hymn by hearts foretold
That kings have sought for ages
And treasured more than gold
Its lyrics turn to silver
When sung in harmony
The Lord of Love
Will teach us to sing its melody