We have not come to the mountain of dreadful awe, to tremble in darkness
But to the mountain called Zion, the house of God, the city of Jesus
We've come to thousands and thousand of angels in, joyful assembly
And to the church of the firstborn, whose names are all, written in heaven
And how they sing, with their conscience clean
And with hands held high
To praise the One who died, to raise this broken life
For we have come, to heaven's King
To Him whose blood, speaks a better word, than ancient offerings
Some words were spoken behind me, the voice was like, the roar of the water
It was the voice I had followed for all my life, I turned to see my Lord
He stood before me in glory, His robes were white, His eyes were like fire
His face shone out like the sun shines in all its might, and He spoke with power
I am He, who is alive
And behold I died
To save the ones I love, to raise them up to life
Now you are mine, and I am yours
Night has passed
Let us go to greet the bride eternal born
Come stand with me at last
Alive forevermore
We come to Jesus, we come to Jesus
We come to Jesus, we come to Jesus

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