Nations are breaking, Israel’s awaking,
The signs that the prophets foretold;
The Gentile days numbered, with horrors encumbered;
Eternity soon will unfold.
The day of redemption is near,
Men’s hearts are failing for fear;
Be filled with the Spirit, your lamps trimmed and clear,
Look up! Your redemption is near.
The fig tree is growing; Jerusalem’s restoring
Her national life, long dethroned;
Today she is calling, her latter rain’s falling,
“Return, O dispersed, to your own.”
Heaven’s powers are shaking, and many are mistaking
God’s meaning to be of the sky;
God’s Church is the power that’s shaking this hour:
The day of redemption is nigh.
False prophets are lying, God’s Truth they’re denying,
That Jesus the Christ is our God;
Though this generation spurns God’s revelation,
We’ll walk where the apostles have trod.