Tune: Little Cornard
(\'Hills of the north, rejoice\')
Malachi 4 v.1-3
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Behold, the day does come
Unto all, not just some
Day of the Lord it be
Burns as an oven, see
All the proud, all the wicked they
Shall be as stubble, fly away
For the day comes that shall
Burn them up, none shall tell
Of their place, says the LORD
It shall be as my word
Says, and they shall have no branch, root
Their evil deeds gone, not bear shoot(s)
But unto you that do
Fear the LORD\'s name, \'tis true
Unto you shall arise
Sune of righteousness, eyes
Shall then Him see, and with healing
In His wings wholeness, peace shall bring
You shall go forth and be
Like as calves of stall, free
You shall go forth, and then
Tread down the wicked men
They shall be ashes \'neath your feet
Separating the chaff from wheat