Lyric

In a land of ancient stories, where the desert winds do sigh

The chosen march in silence, 'neath the burning, watchful sky

Seven days they circle 'round, with trumpets in their hand

Faithful hearts and steadfast feet, in this sacred, promised land

Raise the horn, let it sound, feel the power in the air

For the Lord’s mighty hand will deliver us from despair

Oh, the walls of Jericho, they tremble and they shake

Mighty fortress falls below, as heaven's voices wake

By the hand of God we stand, with His promise by our side

Through the power of His command, let the ancient stones divide

Silent prayers, a thousand strong, echo through the night

In the heart of every soldier burns a flame so bright

Seven times the trumpets blow, and the ground begins to quake

Faith and fire in their eyes, for the city they will take

Raise the horn, let it sound, feel the power in the air

For the Lord’s mighty hand will deliver us from despair

Oh, the walls of Jericho, they tremble and they shake

Mighty fortress falls below, as heaven's voices wake

By the hand of God we stand, with His promise by our side

Through the power of His command, let the ancient stones divide

In the silence, hear the whispers of the angels drawing near

Every stone, every heart, will be free from all the fear

With a shout, the walls come down, ancient dust begins to fly

By His grace, we claim the crown, as the city reaches high

Oh, the walls of Jericho, they tremble and they shake

Mighty fortress falls below, as heaven's voices wake

By the hand of God we stand, with His promise by our side

Through the power of His command, let the ancient stones divide

In the echo of the victory, let our voices rise and soar

For the walls of Jericho stand no more