Deliver Us (feat. Scott Mulvahill)

Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile

Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand

Our ankles bear no calluses

From chains, yet Lord, we're bound

Imprisoned here, we dwell in our own land

Deliver us, deliver us

O Yahweh, hear our cry

And gather us beneath your wings tonight

Our sins they are more numerous than all the lambs we slay

Our shackles they were made with our own hands

Our toil is our atonement and our freedom yours to give

So, Yahweh, break this silence if you can

Deliver us, deliver us

O Yahweh, hear our cry

And gather us beneath your wings tonight

Deliver us, deliver us

O Yahweh, hear our cry

And gather us beneath your wings tonight

Jerusalem, Jerusalem

How often I have longed

To gather you beneath my gentle wings