You have taken the precious From the worthless and given us Beauty for ashes, love for hate You have chosen the weak things of the world To shame that which is strong, and the foolish things To shame the wise You are help to the helpless Strength to the stranger And a father to the child who's left alone And the thirsty you've invited To come to the water And those who have no money come and buy So come, so come So come, so come Oh, the days are coming For the Lord has promise When the plowman will over take the reaper And their hearts will be the threshing floor And the move of God we've cried out for, will come You will shake the heavens, and fill your house will glory Turn the shame of the outcast into praise All creation groans and waits For the Spirit and the Bride to say The words your heart has longed to hear So come, so come So come, so come