BLOW THE TRUMPET

BLOW THE TRUMPET

Blow the trumpet in Zion, sound the alarm on my mountain,

Let all the people tremble, for the day of the Lord is coming.

Return to me, with all your heart,

With fasting, weeping and mourning,

Rend your heart, and not your clothes,

Return to the Lord your God.

Chorus

I will pour My Spirit on all men,

Your sons and daughters will prophesy,

Your old men, will dream dreams,

And visions your young men will see.

Chorus

I will display wonders in the sky and earth,

Before the awesome day of My coming,

He who calls on the Name of the Lord,

Will be delivered!