where have they gone
the days are setting in the west
and what is there to show for it
what has been done
where are the fruits of all your work
you servants of the Most High
Ancient of Days, the one that we praise
will come to turn the tide
Ancient of Days, the one that we praise
will come to win the day
concealed foes are creeping in the shadows
fiery darts-the slander at their fingertips
taking aim: targeting the blameless, pure of heart
the cross will lead us home
Ancient of Days, the one that we praise
will come to turn the tide
Ancient of Days, the one that we praise
will come to win the day
when i stand, i want to stand like you stand pilgrim now
you have all my respect
in your eyes, its hope that springs eternal
look to the east, at the first light, here comes our redemption
Ancient of Days, the one that we praise
will come to turn the tide-the upright will be justified
Ancient of Days, the one that we praise
will come to win the day-victory is on the way
