These are the days of Elijah, declaring the word of the Lord
And these are the days of Moses in which righteousness was 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!”
And these are the days of Ezekiel, dry bones are coming alive
And these are the days of David, rebuilding a temple of praise
And these are the days of the harvest, the fields are white in Your world
And we are the labourers 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.