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

There¹s a place of rest at Your Father's breast

Where His mercy is complete

Does a cry ring out from a broken 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