The prophet speaks, the Locusts come; the fields are bare, the farmers numb, the olives fail, the ground is dry, the vineyards rot, the orchards die, the people grieve, their leaders cry. For the Lord has spoken; the day is near and the day will come, for the Lord is here! The trumpets sounds their clear alarm: the day of gloom, the coming storm. 'But even now', the Lord declares, 'Return to me with heartfelt tears: I will restore you wasted years!' For the Lord has spoken; the day is near and the day will come, for the Lord is here! The Lord is good, his love is pure, his anger slow, his mercy sure; Be glad in him who gives the rain as seasons yield their fruits again, and harvests, gold with ripening grain. For the Lord has spoken; the day is near and the day will come, for the Lord is here! And afterwards, declares the Lord, his Spirit will be freely poured; when boys and girls and old and young will dream God's dreams and give them tongue, his prophets speak, his praise be sung. For the Lord has spoken; the day is near and the day will come, for the Lord is here! Before we see the day of God the sun turns black, the moon the blood; 'But everyone who calls to me, and trusts my name, will be set free - beloved and saved eternally!' For the Lord has spoken; the day is near and the day will come, for the Lord is here! So look up! See God's city shine, the mountains brim with milk and wine, life-giving springs of grace flow down, our guilt, our grief, for ever gone, as we adore one Lord alone. For the Lord has spoken; the day is near and the day will come, for the Lord is here!