He has bound up the brokenhearted
and set the captives free.
He came from the glories of heaven
to proclaim sweet liberty.
He opened up the prisons
and anointed His very own
He opened up a door that would
lead to His very throne
He has anointed us to preach
to the poor and to the wretched,
The forgotten and the broken
the despised and the rejected
He sees all of our afflictions
And every heart that's crushed
He rends the heavens and comes down
And every voice is hushed
And trembling hands are raised
In the presence of our King
And all of heaven praises
As the choirs of angels sing
And from this place of majesty
My heart is flooded deep
Overflowing with His glory
All I can do is weep.
And the tears they fall like rain
Watering crops of His salvation
And raises up His very own
In every generation.
A Call To The Remnant 