O Come

You have taken the precious from the worthless
 And given us beauty for ashes, love for hate
 You have chosen the weak things of the world
 To shame that which is strong
 And the foolish things to shame the wise
 You are help to the helpless
 Strength to the stranger
 And a father to the child thats left alone
 You invited the thirsty to come to the water
 And those who have no money come and buy
 So come
 Come, so come
 Behold the days are coming
 For the Lord has promised
 When the plow man will overtake the reaper
 And our hearts will be the threshing floor
 and the move of God we cried out for will come
 Surely come, Oh God
 And you will shake the heavens and fill your house with glory
 Turn the shame of the outcast into praise
 Now all creation groans and waits
 for the Spirit and Bride to say
 the words that your heart has longed to hear
 So come
 Come, so come