| From the burning of the desert came the people of the Lord, to the high and |
| mighty walls of Jericho, |
| God had promised them a victory, but it seemed so hard to see when all that met |
| their eye was massive stone, |
| But without a single sound, without a word of doubt, the people marched, |
| the trumpet screamed, and Joshua said, «Shout,» |
| And then… and then… |
| The walls of Jericho came down, |
| God crushed them to the ground, the ground, |
| Oh, the triumph that was heard, for the power of his word had made the walls of |
| Jericho to fall. |
| In the heat of daily battle I’ve been backed against the wall, feeling like I |
| have to do what can’t be done, |
| And it seems there’s no way over, no way under, no way through… |
| yet I know that God has called me to press on, |
| So I take a tip from Joshua and the people of that day: I march right up and |
| face those walls, and shout with words of faith, |
| And then… and then… |
| The walls, like Jericho, come down, |
| They tumble to the ground again, |
| Oh, just like he did before, by the power of his word he makes the walls to |
| fall again, |
| Yeah. |
| Promises made long ago are alive and well today, |
| We can march and shout out loud in confidence and faith, |
| And then… and then… |
| The walls, like Jericho, come down, |
| They tumble to the ground again, |
| Oh, the triumph that is heard, for the power of his word had made the walls, |
| like Jericho, to fall, |
| Walls, like Jericho, come down, |
| Oh, they tumble to the ground again, |
| Oh, the triumph that is heard, for the power of his word had made the walls, |
| like Jericho, to fall. |
| The walls, like Jericho, come down, |
| Oh, they tumble to the ground again |