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 though these are 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!"



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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

And out of Zin's 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 the temple of praise.

And these are the days of the harvest,

The fields are as white in the world.

And we are the laborers in Your vineyard,

Declaring the word of the Lord!



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There's no God like Jehovah,

There's no God like Jehovah,

There's no God like Jehovah!