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.