There's a blood red circle on the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church doors thrown open I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Now the sweet veils of mercy drift through the evening trees
Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
Come on ri se up
Now there's tears on the pillow darling where we slept
Now with these hands, with these hands
(I pray Lord)
With these hands, with these hands
(I pray for the strength Lord)
With these hands, with these
(I pray for Your love Lord)
With these hands, with these
(I pray for Your lost Lord)
With these hands, with these
(I pray for the love Lord)
With these hands, with these
(I pray for the faith Lord)
With these hands, with these
(I pray for the lost Lord)
With these hands,
Come on! Come on!
Come on! Come on!
Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
Come on rise up! Come on rise up!
Come on ri se up