[Litany] A prophet took vows with a wound in the room, Lo-ammi was carried through a covenant torn, A household became what the nation had done. Not my people, the terrible name of the son. Jezreel was spoken where blood stained the field, Lo-ammi was carried through a covenant torn, Lo-ruhamah answered: mercy withheld. Not my people, the terrible name of the son. [Verse 2] Name after name struck the floor like a drum, Yet judgment was not the last word to come. The sand of the sea cannot number the grace, The living God calls lost children by name. [Refrain] Lo-ammi was carried through a covenant torn, Not my people, the terrible name of the son. [Bridge] Judah and Israel gather beneath one head, The scattered arise where the sentence was read. The valley once broken will carry new seed, Not my people, yet sons of the Living indeed. [Final Chorus] Lo-ammi was carried through a covenant torn, Not my people, the terrible name of the son. Not my people, yet sons of the Living indeed.