Swords and spears

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.