Verse 1

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're the voice in the desert crying

'Prepare ye the way of the Lord! '

Chorus

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 from his Holy hill salvation comes

Verse 2

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 as white in Your world,

And we are the labourers in Your vineyard,

Declaring the word of the Lord!

Chorus

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 from his Holy hill salvation comes

Bridge

There's no God like Jehovah.

There's no God like Jehovah!

There's no God like Jehovah.

There's no God like Jehovah!

(Repeat 3x)

There's no God like Jehovah.

There's no God like Jehovah!

There's no God like Jehovah...

Chorus

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 from His Holy hill salvation comes.

(Repeat 4x)

Lift your voice, it's the year of jubilee,

And from His Holy hill salvation comes.

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