Turn around, go back down,
back the way you came
Can 't you see that flash of fire,
ten times brighter than the day
An d behold, a mighty city
broken in the dust again
Oh God, pride of man,
broken in the dust again
Turn around, go back down,
back the way you came
Babylon is laid to waste,
Egypt's buried in high shame
The mighty men are all beaten down
Their kings are falling in the waste
Ain't God the pride of man
Broken in the dust again
Turn around, go back down
Back the way you came
Ter ror is on every side,
Though our leaders are dismayed.
For those who place their faith in fire,
And fire their faith shall be repaid.
Oh God, prided man,
Broken in the dust again.
Turn around,
Go back down,
back where you came
And shout a warning to the nation
That the sword of God is raised
Against Babylon, that mighty city
Rich in treasure, wise in fame
Oh God, pride of man
Broken in the dust again
Oh -Oh -Oh
Oh -Oh -Oh -Oh -Oh -Oh
Oh
And it shall cause your
tower to fall
Make of you a pyre of flame
Oh, you who dwell on many waters
Rich in treasure, wide in fame
You bow unto your God of gold
Your pride of might shall be your shame
For only God can lead his people
Back onto the earth again
Oh God, who cried a man
Broken in the dust again
Thy holy mountain be restored
Have mercy on thy people,
thy people, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh