We have not come to the mountain of dreadful awe, to tremble in darkness But to the mountain called Zion, the house of God, the city of Jesus We've come to thousands and thousand of angels in, joyful assembly And to the church of the firstborn, whose names are all, written in heaven And how they sing, with their conscience clean And with hands held high To praise the One who died, to raise this broken life For we have come, to heaven's King To Him whose blood, speaks a better word, than ancient offerings Some words were spoken behind me, the voice was like, the roar of the water It was the voice I had followed for all my life, I turned to see my Lord He stood before me in glory, His robes were white, His eyes were like fire His face shone out like the sun shines in all its might, and He spoke with power I am He, who is alive And behold I died To save the ones I love, to raise them up to life Now you are mine, and I am yours Night has passed Let us go to greet the bride eternal born Come stand with me at last Alive forevermore We come to Jesus, we come to Jesus We come to Jesus, we come to Jesus