Where is the promise of His coming?
All things continue just as we desire,
They have forgotten the ancient world; so once by water, now by fire,
Seven years, no more tears.
The fury waits above the sky,
The Lord of hosts will purify,
On wings of fire He will appear as the end is drawing near.
And if those days had not been shortened no flesh would survive,
He takes no pleasure in the death of the wicked but with their sin he will not strive,
Seven years, no more tears
The fury waits above the sky,
The Lord of hosts will purify,
And His redeemed are justified,
Their blood avenged and satisfied.
The fury waits above the sky,
The Lord of hosts will purify,
He pours His wrath upon the Earth to His kingdom giving birth.
