[Call] The trumpet is mercy before it is sound, Turn, turn; why will ye die? The city is smitten, the runner declared, [Response] A watchman must warn when the sword comes around. The Judge takes no pleasure when the wicked fall. And the sealed mouth opened where silence had waited. [Verse 1] Past goodness cannot buy present revolt, Past evil need not hold the one who restores. They sat before Ezekiel and praised the song, [Call] Beautiful words, then they carried none home. A melody admired is not obedience done, [Response] A prophet is proven when fulfillment has come. The trumpet was mercy, the ruins replied, [Final Chorus] The city is smitten, the runner declared, And the sealed mouth opened where silence had waited. Hear with the feet, not the ears alone.