Stuart Townsend - Come people of the risen king

^CCome, people of the R^Fisen Ki^Cng, F am G Who delight to bring Him praise; Come a^Cll and tune your h^Fearts to s^Aming To the M^Forning Star of gr^Cace. From the sh^Fifting shadows o^Cf the earth We will li^Fft our e^Amyes to H^Gim, Where st^Ceady arms of m^Fercy re^Amach To ga^Fther children i^Cn.

Re^Gjoice, Re^Fjoice! Let e^Gvery tongue re^Fjoic^Ce! One ^Gheart, one ^Amvoi^Gce^Am; O^C Chu^Frch of C^Ghrist, re^Cjoice!

^CCome, those whose joy is m^Forning s^Cun, And those w^Feeping thr^Amough the nig^Ght; Come, t^Chose who tell of b^Fattles w^Amon, And those s^Ftruggling in the f^Cight. For His pe^Frfect love will ne^Cver change, And His m^Fercies n^Amever ce^Gase, But ^Cfollow us through a^Fll our da^Amys With the c^Fertain hope of p^Ceace.

^CCome, young and old from e^Fvery la^Cnd - Men and ^Fwomen ^Amof the f^Gaith; Come, t^Chose with full or e^Fmpty ha^Amnds - Find the ^Friches of His g^Crace. Over a^Fll the world, His p^Ceople sing - Shore to s^Fhore we h^Amear them c^Gall The ^CTruth that cries through e^Fvery ^Amage: “Ou^Fr God is all in^C all”!