Come let us go to the house of the Lord
The kingdom of God and the city of man

A place for all races, places where your graces
Dwell in our hearts and the works of our hands

Come again, feed your lambs, we are your hands

And now we see eyes in the mirror
Reflections of you of what is to come.
A glorious cloud? of beauty profound
In the widow the orphan the lame and the poor

Come again, feed your lambs, we are your hands
Come again, feed your lambs, we are your hands

We are a broken world O Lord made worthy for the call to love
We’re healed by grace through faith in you of people truly set apart

We are a broken world O Lord and worthy to be set apart
We die unto our selfish ways and go into your sacred heart

Come again, feed your lambs, we are your hands
Come again, feed your lambs, we are your hands