These are the days of Elijah Declaring the word of the Lord And these are the days of Your servant Moses Righteousness being restored
And these are the days of great trials Of famine and darkness and sword Still we are the voice in the desert crying Prepare ye the way of the Lord!
Behold He comes, riding on the clouds Shining like the sun at the trumpet's call So, lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee Out of Zions hill, salvation comes
And these are the days of Ezekiel The dry bones becoming as flesh And these are the days of Your servant, David Rebuilding a temple of praise
And these are the days of the harvest The fields are all white in Your world And we are the laborers in Your vineyard Declaring the Word of the Lord
Behold He comes, riding on the clouds Shining like the sun at the trumpet's call So, lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee Out of Zions hill, salvation comes
Behold He comes, riding on the clouds Shining like the sun at the trumpet's call So, lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee Out of Zions hill, salvation comes