I brought you from Egypt
So you could be free
And I parted the waters
For your sons and daughters
To walk through the Red Sea
But still you complained
Each and every day
You made yourselves false Gods
From gold and clay
What else could I do
To show love to you
And get you to pray
I sent you my Son
Still you wouldn't believe
I sent you my gospel
Still you wouldn't receive
He showed you miracles
But Him you just grieved
On a cross He died
For you crucified
Will you now believe
I sent you my prophets
To tell you of me
But you wouldn't receive them
You wouldn't believe them
Refused to hear and see
You mocked and scorned them
And went your own way
You made yourselves idols
Gold, silver and clay
Oh what could I do
To get through to you Oh what could I say
Will you now believe
Will you now receive
Will you worship Him now Will you kneel and bow
Will you now believe
Will you now believe