Zephaniah warned that the day of the Lord would humble every

proud thing.

But he also promised that the Lord would gather the remnant

and sing over them again.

They bow upon the rooftops Turning faces to the stars Swearing

by the Lord Then giving foreign gods their hearts Lamps move

through Jerusalem Searching every hidden room Men sit counting silver

Certain nothing will be moved From the fish gate comes a

crying Merchants scatter through the street Coins are rolling through

the dust But gold cannot buy relief The trumpet waits above

the wall The clouds are gathering over all Be still,

the day is near The proud will meet the fire Be

still, the day is near No wall will stand much higher

Seek the Lord, you humble one Seek what is right and

true The day is near But mercy still is calling

you

Gaza's

roads are left deserted

The righteous Lord is there each dawn He brings the hidden

deeds to light Be still The day is near

The crowd will meet the fire Be still The day is

near No silver can deliver Seek the Lord You humble ones

Bow low before His name The day is near And every

nation hears the same

Wait for me, says

the Lord I will gather every land I will cleanse the

lips of nations They will call upon my name From beyond

the rivers of Kush They will come with gifts in hand

The proud will leave my holy mountain The humble still will

stand Sing now, daughter Zion Let the fear leave your face

The Lord has turned your judgment back The King is in

this place He will gather every outcast He will bring the

wanderers home He will quiet you with His love He will

sing for joy over His own He is in your midst

You will not be afraid He is in your midst Your

shame is turned to pray Be still, no more Be still,

no more more Be still, no more

Daughters, I am seen Daughters, Zion, sing Daughter

Zion, sing The Lord is in your midst

The Lord is King