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Seven angels draw their breath
Raise their trumpets to their lips
Seven seals are broken open
The wrath of God is pouring out
Sun and moon they stop their shining
Stars are falling from the sky
Sinners call out to the mountains
Fall on us and let us die
How long O Lord will nations rage
Against Your Son
How long before we see that day
Your kingdom comes
On that great and terrible day of the Lord
On that great and terrible day of the Lord
On that great and terrible day of the Lord
On that great and terrible day of the Lord
(That's right)
Said to John the Revelator
The angel beckoned come and see
Things that are and things that have been
And the things that yet will be
Justice flowing like a river
Every wrong will be made right
Every eye will then behold Him
The very One they crucified