[Processional Chant] Twenty-three years the warning rose early, Drink ye of this cup; no border can hide, Twenty-three years it returned unheard. The city called holy must answer first. [Verse 1] The lamp would go dark and the millstone be silent, A servant from Babylon would carry the sword. Egypt and Edom, the coast and the north, [Bridge] Every proud throne meets the weight of the word. Seventy years are a measure, not forever, [Chorus] Drink ye of this cup; no border can hide, The city called holy must answer first. The rod will be judged when its labor is done. The LORD roars high over shepherd and nation, [Verse 2] A storm walks outward till boasting is gone. The cup leaves the hand but the hand remains just, No empire escapes and no covenant warning is dust. [Final Chorus] Drink ye of this cup; no border can hide, The city called holy must answer first. The LORD roars high over shepherd and nation, No empire escapes and no covenant warning is dust.