[Processional Chant] Like chariots leaping on the ridges of stone, Each keeps the pathway, no soldier moves alone. Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, sound the alarm, [Verse 1] Let every heart tremble on the holy mountain. Darkness at noon and a dawn made of ranks, Fire in front and a wilderness behind. Wall after wall cannot slow what has come, [Chorus] Like chariots leaping on the ridges of stone, Each keeps the pathway, no soldier moves alone. Windows receive it like thieves in the gloom. Earth underfoot and the heavens above shake, [Silence] Sun folds its light and the stars turn away. [Verse 2] The LORD gives his voice before the great host, The day is not rumor, the warning is close. Who can endure when the trumpet is blown? [Final Chorus] Like chariots leaping on the ridges of stone, Each keeps the pathway, no soldier moves alone. Return before judgment has claimed what it owns.