Called out of darkness and deepest night,
A chosen people, the children of light.
To declare His praise as we bend the knee
And proclaim Him, Our Lord and Majesty.
A royal priesthood serving the King,
The fruit of our lips, praise's we bring.
No need of blood from lamb, goat or bull,
He shed his blood, sins payment in full.
One holy nation we're called to be,
A righteous people, Gods territory.
To testify by life and by tongue,
Living the right, rejecting what's wrong.
We are that people belonging to God,
Considered by some, a people most odd.
But Peter he says, we are precious to Him,
So let's sing His praise, exult with a hymn.