Let the exile come let
The stranger come
Let the weary come find rest
All you homeless sons
All you widowed ones
All you poor and dispossessed
For a table waits in
Your Father’s house
There the meek can come and eat
There’s a place of rest
At your Father’s breast
Where His mercy is complete
Does a cry ring out
From abroken nation
From a people who
Have been brought low
Was pride in our hearts
Did we grieve Your spirit
Have we blocked the
Ancient wells that flowed
Here is our covenant prayer
Who call upon Your name
We humble ourselves before You
We humble ourselves
Come heal this land
Come heal this land
Come heal this land
Come heal this land
Do the tears of One Who gave
All things for us
Do they fall from Heaven
Still because of us
For we have tasted grace
And we have known Your mercy
But we have not shown
This grace to men
Here is our covenant prayer
Who call upon Your name
We humble ourselves before You
We humble ourselves
May this land we love
Be a place of safety
Be a light for all the nations
Of this earth
May Your streams of love
May they flow here freely
Here where every stranger
Finds a home
Here is our covenant prayer
Who call upon Your name
We humble ourselves before You
We humble ourselves
Come heal this land