Over the dead of the desert Will come the rivers flow, Into the cover of darkness The brightest light will show. Out of the womb of the morning Will come your youth like dew, After the pain and the groaning Comes celebration news.
This is the time, this is the day, The past behind, New life embraced. No longer desolate, Let this be fertile ground Where children of the promise are found, Where children of the promise are found
I hear the Lord say to my Lord: 'Come sit at my right hand - Until the enemies crumble Under your command. All of Your troops will be willing Upon the battle day; See now Your army arising, In majesty arrayed'.
