We're not mourning; we're not weeping;
We're just headed for the reaping,
And the day's at hand when God shall reign supreme.
We're not daring, we're not staring,
We're just headed for repairing,
It's the Day when we shall now repair the breach.

So, be not silent all ye watchmen, as upon the walls you set,
It's the time when we shall mention just His name.
Now creation is awaiting, no more nervous hesitating,
As My Word comes forth, all men shall know the change.