The sword is against the people
They throw their spears with might
The counter will deliver
Songs in the night.
Singing of the glory of the Ancient One of old...
How He bows the nations
Cast\'s their silver and their gold..
Beat your swords into plowshares
Your spears to pruning hooks
Bring down the lofty, shame the high looks.
The ox knows its owner the donkey his masters crib...
My people do not consider all taken from the rib.
Brood of evildoers
Corrupters in the way..
Provoking Him to anger.
Go away.
From the soul of the foot even to the head..
No soundness in it
Foolishly led..
Our countries are desolate
Strangers devour the land..
Is it His doing?
Or the work of the hands..
If we cease from evil and learn to do good...
Seek judgement, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow in distress...
Then, from the ashes we will rise,
Though our sins are as scarlet
He will wash us clean
As white as wool
The host supreme.
If we are willing and obedient we shall eat the good of the land...
Hear a little
Their a little
The little understand...
His hand turns against us and purges away the dross,
It\'s a fearful thing to face the Lord
And many suffer loss.
Redeems with justice, destructed together..
Those who forsake will be consumed
Glory to God
Forever.
The Lord will be exalted on that day...
And all flesh will understand, the life, the truth, the way.