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