In the time of trouble we wait for You,
Until from on high is Your Spirit poured out on us;
Flooding the wilderness with justice, and all valleys with righteousness.
For from Zion You open floodgates of joy and gladness;
Lifting up valleys up to the broad path called “Holy;”
Where barren wombs are healed and like golden trumpets—
Mute tongues shout anthems of the coming Kingdom.