Fear not, rejoice and be glad,
the Lord hath done a great thing;
hath poured out his Spirit on all mankind,
on those who confess his name.
The fig tree is budding, the vine beareth fruit,
the wheat fields are golden with grain.
Thrust in the sickle, the harvest is ripe,
the Lord has given us rain.
Ye shall eat in plenty and be satisfied,
the mountains will drip with sweet wine.
My children shall drink of the fountain of life,
my children will know they are mine.