Keith & Kristyn Getty - Come people of the risen king

Come ^Bbpeople of the ^Gmrisen King who del^Ebight to bring Him pr^Faise Come ^Bball and tune your h^Gmearts to sing, to the ^EbMorning Star of g^Bbrace From the s^Ebhifting shadows^Bb/D of the earth Gm F – Eb we will lift our eyes to H i m Where s^Bbteady arms of ^Gmmercy reach to ^Cmgather ch^Fildren ^Bbin ^Bb

Rej^Foice, Rej^Eboice! F Eb – Bb Let every tongue rejo - ice! One ^Fheart, one v^Gmoi ^F- ^Gmce. O C^Ebhurch of C^Fhrist, rej^Bboice!

Come, t^Bbhose whose joy is ^Gmmorning sun and those ^Ebweeping through the n^Fight Come, t^Bbhose who tell of ^Gmbattles won, and those st^Ebruggling in the f^Bbight For His ^Ebperfect love will ^Bb/Dnever change, and His ^Gmmercies never c^Fe-^Ebase But ^Bbfollow us through ^Gmall our days, with the ^Ebcertain hope of p^Bbeace^Bb

Come, ^Bbyoung and old from ^Gmevery land, men and w^Ebomen of the f^Faith Come, t^Bbhose with full or ^Gmempty hands, find the ^Ebriches of His g^Bbrace Over ^Eball the world His ^Bb/Dpeople sing, shore to ^Gmshore we hear them c^Fal

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l ^Eb The T^Bbruth that cries through ^Gmevery age, “Our ^CmGod is a^Fll in a^Bbll”!