Song of the Saints
Iʼve got a home in glory land
Out shines the sun, out shines the sun
You took my feet, you took my hands
You wiped them clean Lord, you wiped them clean
When air feels thin, we hardly breathe
You fill our lungs Lord, you fill our lungs

Bursting through the sky with glory
Our savior comes to save the saints
Redemptive eyes, we see your mercy
You made the choice, you took our place

When air feels thin, we hardly breathe
You fill our lungs Lord, you fill our lungs
On darker days, we lift our eyes
We find a trace, we find a trace

Bursting through the sky with glory
Our savior comes to save the saints
Redemptive eyes, we see your mercy
You made the choice, you took our place
Bursting through the sky with glory
Our savior comes to save the saints
Redemptive eyes, we see your mercy
You made the choice, you took our place

Iʼm coming home, Iʼm coming home, To a place, to a place
Iʼm coming home, Iʼm coming home, To a place, to a place
Of love and mercy, truth, and glory Iʼm home, Iʼm home
Of love and mercy, truth, and glory Iʼm home, Iʼm home

Iʼve got a home in glory land
Out shines the sun, out shines the sun