The day of the Lord of hosts, they all shall quickly see,

And all their gold and silver, will no longer a treasure be.

And all the golden shining idols, and things which they have built,

Will mean nothing when their forced to bow and face their ugly guilt.

They shall flee into the holes of rocks and in caves they’ll want to hide,

For they fear the Lord all mighty and His fiery piercing eyes.

A terrible shaking there shall be and all idols He’ll consume,

For the lofty and the prideful man, before God there is no room.

For only the Lord almighty shall be exalted on that day,

So the strangers deep within your heart must all be burnt away.

So bow down before the Lord of Hosts and humbly call His name,

For one day the lofty looks of man He will judge and cast away.

Call out for Him to teach His ways, and His paths to you to show,

And humbly bow before Him and His mercy you will know.

Give ear unto the laws of God and follow them today,

For the day of the Lord it soon will come, and He will have His say.