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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 call
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes

And these are the days of Ezekiel, the dry bones becoming 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 as 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 call
Lift your voice, it's the year of jubilee
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes

There's no God like Jehovah

Behold, He comes riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes