These are the days of Elijah
Declaring the Word of the Lord.
And these are the days of his servant, Moses
Righteousness being restored.
And though these are days of great trials,
Of famine and darkness and sword.
So 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
Lift your voice, it's the year of jubilee
Out of Zion's hill salvation comes
And these are the days of Ezekiel
With dry bones becoming as flesh
And these are the days of his servant, David
Building the temple of praise
And these are the days of the harvest
The fields are all white in the world
And we are the laborers that are 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
Lift your voice, it's the year of jubilee
Out of Zion's hill salvation comes
Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all the earth:
Make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.
