HEIR (Live at the Chapel)

You who call us sons and daughters

Bid us to the table now

Do we fully know Who calls us

Have we truly seen the crown

Heir of earth and infinite

Perfect in Your Father's will

You are giving us Your nature

The vow of mercy now fulfilled

And the one true Son calls out to the adopted

As we find our home in You

And we cry Abba Father to the Perfect Author

Who stitched His very image in our hearts

We are groaning, waiting, in this world decaying

For the hope undying, glory rising

Children of the promise roar

His Kingdom still at hand yet here

He's redeeming all the wreckage

His love is driving out our fear

And we cry Abba Father to the Perfect Author

Who stitched His very image in our hearts

We are groaning, waiting, in this world decaying

For the hope undying, glory rising

He shall put all things under His feet

And death itself concedes

Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King

He has shattered death's dark sting

He shall put all things under His feet

And death itself concedes

Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King

He has shattered death's dark sting

He shall put all things under His feet

And death itself concedes

Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King

He has shattered death's dark sting

He shall put all things under His feet

And death itself concedes

Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King

He has shattered death's dark sting

He shall put all things under His feet

And death itself concedes

Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King

He has shattered death's dark sting

He shall put all things under His feet

And death itself concedes

Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King

He has shattered death's dark sting

He shall put all things under His feet

And death itself concedes

Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King

He has shattered death's dark sting

He shall put all things under His feet

And death itself concedes

Oh wounded eyes behold your victor King

He has shattered death's dark sting