[Watchman] No truth in the street, no mercy at the gate, Blood touched blood while the priests fed the weight. Return, return, the torn can also heal, [Answer] Knowledge was rejected, the law laid aside, Religion grew louder as the covenant died. Follow on to know what the rain will reveal. [Watchman] But goodness like dew vanished under the sun, A morning confession was finished and gone. I desired mercy, not smoke without heart, [Answer] Knowledge of God, not a ritual apart. The trumpet may sound and the altar may shine, Yet justice and loyalty measure the vine. [Bridge] Come past the offering, come past the disguise, Mercy is worship when truth is alive. [Final Chorus] Return, return, the torn can also heal, Follow on to know what the rain will reveal. Come past the offering, come past the disguise,