The Battle Hymn

Every widow, orphan child
Every prodigal unreconciled
Every beggar turn your gaze above
Come home into his arms of love
The harlot and the robber scorned
Clothed in garments soiled and torn
Jesus Christ will wash away your sins
And he’ll love you 'til you’re whole again
You deaf and blind do not despair
In sickness or in health declare
«Behold the risen King and empty cave!
God has conquered death and crushed the grave!»
God to you we’ve cried and prayed
Before the cross our hopes we’ve laid
And curse the lies denying you are real
Holding onto faith that you will heal
You prisoners and bartered slaves
You captives of the war be brave
Lift your shackled hands in victory
And the Lord of Love will set you free
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, every broken heart be brave!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, yes the Lord will make a way!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, yes the Lord will make a way!