Keith & Kristyn Getty - Come people of the risen king

^GCome people of the r^Emisen King who del^Cight to bring Him p^Draise Come a^Gll and tune your h^Emearts to sing, to the M^Corning Star of g^Grace From the sh^Cifting shadows ^Gof the earth we will l^Cift our eyes to H^Dim Where st^Geady arms of m^Emercy reach to g^Cather children ^Gin

Rej^Doice, Rejo^Cice! Let e^Dvery tongue rej^Coice! One h^Deart, one v^Emoice. O C^Church of Ch^Drist, rej^Goice!

Come, t^Ghose whose joy is mo^Emrning sun and those w^Ceeping through the ni^Dght Come, t^Ghose who tell of b^Emattles won, and those ^Cstruggling in the f^Gight For His p^Cerfect love will n^Gever change, and His me^Crcies never ce^Dase But fo^Gllow us through a^Emll our days, with the c^Certain hope of pe^Gace

Come, y^Goung and old from e^Emvery land, men and w^Comen of the fa^Dith Come, t^Ghose with full or e^Emmpty hands, find the r^Ciches of His g^Grace Over a^Cll the world His pe^Gople sing, shore to s^Chore we hear them c^Dall The T^Gruth that cries through e^Emvery age, "Our G^Cod is all in a^Gll"!