Behold He comes, riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun at the trumpet's call (yes, He is, yes)
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee (ayy)
Out of Zion's hill, salvation comes
Come on, put your hands together
Yeah! Ayy!
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 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 (ayy), riding on the clouds (ayy)
Shining like the sun at the trumpet's call
So, lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's hill, salvation comes, yeah
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, yes Lord
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 (ayy), riding on the clouds (here He comes)
Shining like the sun at the trumpet's call
So, lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's hill, salvation comes, sing it!
Behold He comes (ayy), riding on the clouds (here he comes)
Shining like the sun at the trumpet's call
So, lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's hill, salvation comes, Lord
Yes, Lord, yes, Lord, yes, Lord
Come on, say it church
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah! (Yeah)
There's no God like Jehovah! (Yeah)
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
Behold He comes (ayy), riding on the clouds (here he comes)
Shining like the sun (yeah) at the trumpet's call
Oh, so lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's hill, salvation comes, (here he comes)
Behold He comes (yeah), riding on the clouds (yeah)
Shining like the sun at the trumpet's call
So, lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's hill, salvation comes, (ayy)
Behold He comes (ayy), riding on the clouds (ayy, ayy)
Shining like the sun (yeah) at the trumpet's call
So lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's hill, salvation comes
Lift your voice
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's hill, salvation comes, yeah!
