Turn around, go back down,
back the way you came
Can 't you see that flash of fire,
ten times brighter than the day
And behold a mighty city
broken in the dust again
Oh God, the 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 her shame
The mighty men are beaten down,
the kings have fallen in their ways
Oh God, the pride of man
broken into dust again
Turn around and go back down,
back the way you came
Terror is on every side,
Lord the leaders are dismayed
Those who put their faith in fire,
then fire the faith shall be repaid
Look, God, the pride of man
broken into dust again.
Turn around, go back now
and back the way you came.
Shout a warning to the nations
that the sword of God is
raised on Babylon,
That mighty city rich in treasure,
white in fame.
It shall cause thy tower to fall
and make it be a pyre of clay
Lord God, the pride of man,
broken in the dust again
O thou that dwell on many a waters,
rich in treasure, wide in fame
Bow unto the God of gold,
thy pride of might shall be thy shame
Lord God, the pride of man,
broken in the dust again
And only God can lead the people
back into the earth again
Thy holy mountain be restored
Have mercy on my people,
Lord