| Let the exile come, let the stranger come
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| Let the weary come find rest all you homeless sons
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| All you widowed ones, all you poor and dispossessed
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| For a table waits in Your Father’s house
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| There the meek can come and eat
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| There¹s a place of rest at Your Father’s breast
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| Where His mercy is complete
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| Does a cry ring out from a broken nation
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| From a people who have been brought low
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| Was pride in our hearts, did we grieve Your Spirit
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| Have we blocked the ancient wells that flowed
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| Here is our covenant prayer
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| Who call upon Your name
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| We humble ourselves before You
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| We humble ourselves
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| Come heal this land, come heal this land
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| Come heal this land, come heal this land
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| Do the tears of One who gave all things for us
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| Do they fall from Heaven still because of us
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| For we have tasted grace and we have known Your mercy
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| But we have not shown this grace to men
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| Here is our covenant prayer
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| Who call upon Your name
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| We humble ourselves before You
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| We humble ourselves
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| May this land we love be a place of safety
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| Be a light for all the nations of this earth
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| May Your streams of love, may they flow here freely
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| Here where every stranger finds a home
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| Here is our covenant prayer
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| Who call upon Your name
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| We humble ourselves before You
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| We humble ourselves
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| Come heal this land |