[Lament I] Past the hedge, past the field gone dry, A quiet voice waits where no idols reply. The wilderness is not the end of the road, It is where the heart hears the name it once knew. [Refrain] Achor, trouble, open now as a door, Hope grows vines where the curse stood before. [Lament II] No Baal on the lips, no sword in the land, Mercy and justice are joined in one hand. Betrothed in faithfulness, not for a day, The beasts lie quiet and fear is taken away. [Hope Turn] Heaven answers earth, earth answers the grain, Oil fills the press and the clouds carry rain. Not my people becomes my people again, And the answered confession is: Thou art my God. [Final Chorus] Achor, trouble, open now as a door, Hope grows vines where the curse stood before. Not my people becomes my people again, And the answered confession is: Thou art my God.