King of Heaven (Isaiah 61)

Oh, Oh, King of heaven come down

We'll sing the gospel to the poor
We'll go to comfort those who mourn
You'll put together what's been torn
King of Heaven

We come together in the wave of God
We stand together in Your great compassion
Pouring out our hearts and lives
Fill us up with an expectation

We'll sing the news of all Your grace
We'll help the broken-hearted praise
You'll put Your glory on display
King of Heaven

You help the broken cities rise
Out of the wreckage You'll bring life