Days Of Elijah

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!

Behold he comes

Riding on the clouds

Shining like the sun

At the trumpet call.

So lift your voice,

It's the year of jubilee,

Out of Zion'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 a temple of praise.

And these are the days of the harvest,

The fields are white in the world.

And we are your laborers

in your kingdom,

Declaring the word of the lord.

Behold he comes

Riding on the clouds

Shining like the sun

At the trumpet call.

So lift your voice,

It's the year of jubilee,

Out of Zion's hill,

Salvation comes!

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!

Behold he comes

Riding on the clouds

Shining like the sun

At the trumpet call.

So lift your voice,

It's the year of jubilee,

Out of Zion's hill,

Salvation comes!

Behold he comes

Riding on the clouds

Shining like the sun

At the trumpet call.

So lift your voice,

It's the year of jubilee,

Out of Zion's hill,

Salvation comes!

Out of Zion's hill,

Salvation comes!

To God be all the glory!