Monday, 28 April 2008


The world is dried.

Its hope has died.

But a new life has filled our gaze

In One who, to eternal days,

Will draw out earth and heaven’s praise –

The Christ, the crucified.

The world is cold.

Its life grows old.

But a fresh world has filled our view

Where Christ, the Holy and the True,

Through whom God can make all things new

Will always be extolled.

The world is grim.

Its lights grow dim.

But saints are singing with delight

Since Jesus Christ has filled their sight

Until the ransomed host unite

In glorifying Him.

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