Respond to Him who calls by the name,
And by whom you're saved.
He knew you before you were conceived,
By your mother in her womb.
He has shed His precious blood,
His holy blood, his eternal blood,
The drop of blood which didn't deserve,
To be received by unworthy, inhumane earth.
We aren't worthy to loose his sandal straps,
We aren't worthy to hold his cloak,
We aren't worthy to be called by name,
For we, ourselves rejected the Son of God.
Today and tomorrow, we keep doing the same,
When will we answer to the call of hope?
When will we see the one who lives in us?
When will we meet him who's waiting on the other side?
Open the door, for he's standing,
Waiting outside, for you to answer,
He'll come and dine with you,
Why then wait, why then hesitate?
Peace comes with him,
Who calls by the name,
He still forgives everyone,
For his love always remains.
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