He comes, in time he comes.
Every moment and every age,
every day and every night he comes, in time he comes.
Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind,
but all their notes have always proclaimed,
In the fragrant days of last sunny day in November through the forest path he comes,
comes in time.
In the rainy gloom of nights on the thundering chariot of clouds he comes, comes to face the truth..
In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon his heart, and it is the golden touch of destiny feet that makes your joy to shine
