Born to Rise

Two hundred fifty candles burn across the morning sky

Lord, keep this house of freedom

standing by Your fire

From harbor bells to prairie dust,

we carry what was won

By hands that prayed before the dawn and trusted in the Son

We have stumbled, we have risen,

we have knelt on battle ground

Still mercy lifts the flag again when grace comes pouring down

So open up the doors again

Let every wandering heart run home

If the King is drawing near Let Him come,

let Him come

The best is yet to come

Raise the cross and raise the banner By the Father,

Spirit, Son

We are marching into favor

Let Him come, let Him come The best is yet to come

For every child not born to fear,

for every town that prays

For fields of work and schools of hope,

for brave and honest days

We lift our eyes beyond the hills,

where justice meets the dawn

Revival is a river,

and the river rolls on

Come like rain on a thirsty land Come with healing in Your

hands Come for the lost,

come for the brave Come for the nation You still save

Let Him come, let Him come

The best is yet to come

Raise the cross and raise the banner

By the Father, Spirit,

Son

We are marching into favor Let Him come,

let Him come

America, lift your eyes The best is yet to come

Let Him come, let Him come

The best is yet to come (amen)