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 trial,

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.



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.

These are the days of the harvest,

The fields are as white in your world

And we are the labourers in your vineyard,

Declaring the word of the Lord!



There's no god like Jehovah!

There's no god like Jehovah!