Time of
Seven
Tuesday, 9 June 2026
Tuesday, 9 June 2026
[Verse 1]
On bones so bold,
On clear display,
The skin does fold,
'Tis sickly grey.
An ounce of gold
For bread won't pay,
And hunger's cold,
In this dread day.
[Echo 1]
The ill favoured and leanfleshed kine
Consumed
The seven well favoured, fat kine.
[Refrain 1]
Is past retold,
Or future hoped?
Can now be told,
Will neck be roped?
But this we hold,
The words they wrote;
The words are old,
But now invoked.
[Verse 2]
The rain's been driv'n,
Far from our eye;
We look to heav'n,
The empty sky,
But nought is giv'n,
Despite our cry,
In time of sev'n,
This day of dry.
[Echo 2]
And the withered, thin and blasted
Devoured
The seven rank and full and good.
[Refrain 2]
Is past retold,
Or future hoped?
Can now be told,
Will neck be roped?
But this we hold,
The words they wrote;
The words are old,
But now invoked.
[Verse 3]
The line we toe,
To scarce survive.
It's hard to know,
Is life alive?
This life's so low,
So must we strive,
Or let life go,
So we can thrive?
[Echo 3]
The famine over men prevailed
Fields they sold
And so the land became the king's.
[Refrain 3]
Is past retold,
Or future hoped?
Can now be told,
Will neck be roped?
But this we hold,
The words they wrote;
The words are old,
But now invoked.
[Verse 4]
In ash and dust,
We offer tears;
In woes unjust,
Through all these years,
We do what must
To persevere.
We stand, we trust,
In face of fear.
[Echo 4]
As for the people, he removed
To cities
From borders' end to other end.
[Refrain 4]
Is past retold,
Or future hoped?
Can now be told,
Will neck be roped?
But this we hold,
The words they wrote;
The words are old,
But now invoked.
[Verse 5]
When spirits thin
And hearts do grieve,
No hope to win,
But by His leave,
We'll look to Him,
The seed of Eve,
Who owns the wind,
And sea He cleaves.
[Echo 5]
And ye shall know the LORD your God,
Which bringeth
You out from under Egypt's rod.
[Refrain 5]
The past says well,
It gives right scope.
Yes, now we'll tell,
And risk the rope!
No buy nor sell,
But we can cope;
And save from hell,
By words of hope.
[Verse 6]
An end will come,
To days of night;
We'll see the One,
Who makes us right.
Dark days are done,
Now bathed in light.
We'll see the Son,
In all His might.
[Echo 6]
We sing unto the LORD, for He
Hath triumphed:
The horse and rider hath He thrown.
[Coda]
The past is old,
Our future gain;
All now is told,
Who overcame;
A crown we hold,
And new our name.
The Word extolled,
With Him we reign.
On bones so bold,
On clear display,
The skin does fold,
'Tis sickly grey.
An ounce of gold
For bread won't pay,
And hunger's cold,
In this dread day.
[Echo 1]
The ill favoured and leanfleshed kine
Consumed
The seven well favoured, fat kine.
[Refrain 1]
Is past retold,
Or future hoped?
Can now be told,
Will neck be roped?
But this we hold,
The words they wrote;
The words are old,
But now invoked.
[Verse 2]
The rain's been driv'n,
Far from our eye;
We look to heav'n,
The empty sky,
But nought is giv'n,
Despite our cry,
In time of sev'n,
This day of dry.
[Echo 2]
And the withered, thin and blasted
Devoured
The seven rank and full and good.
[Refrain 2]
Is past retold,
Or future hoped?
Can now be told,
Will neck be roped?
But this we hold,
The words they wrote;
The words are old,
But now invoked.
[Verse 3]
The line we toe,
To scarce survive.
It's hard to know,
Is life alive?
This life's so low,
So must we strive,
Or let life go,
So we can thrive?
[Echo 3]
The famine over men prevailed
Fields they sold
And so the land became the king's.
[Refrain 3]
Is past retold,
Or future hoped?
Can now be told,
Will neck be roped?
But this we hold,
The words they wrote;
The words are old,
But now invoked.
[Verse 4]
In ash and dust,
We offer tears;
In woes unjust,
Through all these years,
We do what must
To persevere.
We stand, we trust,
In face of fear.
[Echo 4]
As for the people, he removed
To cities
From borders' end to other end.
[Refrain 4]
Is past retold,
Or future hoped?
Can now be told,
Will neck be roped?
But this we hold,
The words they wrote;
The words are old,
But now invoked.
[Verse 5]
When spirits thin
And hearts do grieve,
No hope to win,
But by His leave,
We'll look to Him,
The seed of Eve,
Who owns the wind,
And sea He cleaves.
[Echo 5]
And ye shall know the LORD your God,
Which bringeth
You out from under Egypt's rod.
[Refrain 5]
The past says well,
It gives right scope.
Yes, now we'll tell,
And risk the rope!
No buy nor sell,
But we can cope;
And save from hell,
By words of hope.
[Verse 6]
An end will come,
To days of night;
We'll see the One,
Who makes us right.
Dark days are done,
Now bathed in light.
We'll see the Son,
In all His might.
[Echo 6]
We sing unto the LORD, for He
Hath triumphed:
The horse and rider hath He thrown.
[Coda]
The past is old,
Our future gain;
All now is told,
Who overcame;
A crown we hold,
And new our name.
The Word extolled,
With Him we reign.
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