You who call us sons and daughters
Bid us to the table now
Do we fully know Who calls us
Have we truly seen the crown
Heir of earth and infinite
Perfect in Your Father's will
You are giving us Your nature
The vow of mercy now fulfilled
And the one true Son calls out to the adopted
As we find our home in You
And we cry Abba Father to the Perfect Author
Who stitched His very image in our hearts
We are groaning, waiting, in this world decaying
For the hope undying, glory rising
Children of the promise roar
His Kingdom still at hand yet here
He's redeeming all the wreckage
His love is driving out our fear
And we cry Abba Father to the Perfect Author
Who stitched His very image in our hearts
We are groaning, waiting, in this world decaying
For the hope undying, glory rising
He shall put all things under His feet
And death itself concedes
Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King
He has shattered death's dark sting
He shall put all things under His feet
And death itself concedes
Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King
He has shattered death's dark sting
He shall put all things under His feet
And death itself concedes
Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King
He has shattered death's dark sting
He shall put all things under His feet
And death itself concedes
Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King
He has shattered death's dark sting
He shall put all things under His feet
And death itself concedes
Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King
He has shattered death's dark sting