Come, wake the dead and raise the roof – a hymn with Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32 in mind
1 Come, wake the dead and raise the roof,
we’ll picnic in the hills;
the day of God will come to pass,
when fear no longer chills.
2 Good wine is here to slake your thirst,
the hungry feast and rest,
the captives will be free at last,
the foreigner is blessed.
3 God formed us all and made us well
and God will bring us home;
the broken, beaten, lost, are found,
no longer need to roam.
4 So join the throng and raise your voice,
look round, look up, look well,
while all the heavens join our song,
ring every freedom bell.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 2015 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England copyright@stainer.co.uk . Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd
Metre: CM
Tune: CAPEL
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