Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in Mine house, and prove Me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts,
if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.
Ask for the showers of blessing,;
Ye shall not seek Me in vain
After the voice of confessing,
Sound of abundance of rain.
Ask for the rain, ask not in vain;
I will pour water on him that is thirsty,
And floods upon the dry ground.
Bring all the saith the Lord;
tithes to My storehouse,
Prove Me herewith,
Windows of Heaven shall open,
Wonderful blessings be poured.
Mine all the gold and the silver,
Mine all the houses and lands;
Blood-bought are ye and your children,
See the nail-prints in My hands.