Ancient Of Days

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