[Alarm Call] The great day of the LORD is near, Near and hastening through the air. The mighty man will cry in pain; No practiced courage can remain. [Litany of the Day] A day of wrath, A day of trouble, A day of waste, A day of rubble. A day of darkness, A day of cloud, A day the trumpet sounds aloud. [Chorus] The great day is near, Bitter in the ear. Trumpet against the fenced-in city, Alarm against the highest tower. The great day is near, No silver answers fear. The whole land burns in jealous fire, And pride survives no hour. [Verse] Distress makes men walk as the blind, Because their sin has closed the mind. Blood poured out like common dust, Flesh abandoned where they trusted. [Refrain] Neither silver nor gold can save When judgment opens every grave Of hidden greed and violent gain; The fire consumes the proud domain. [Bridge] A speedy riddance, A sudden end, Not random fury, But justice sent. [Final Chorus] The great day is near, Bitter in the ear. Trumpet against the fenced-in city, Alarm against the highest tower. The great day is near, No treasure answers fear. The whole land burns in jealous fire, And no proud refuge will appear. [Final Hit] Near. Hastening greatly.