by Ken Sehested
All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to our God with cheerful voice
Let Resurrection joy foretell, Life in the Spirit’s breath rejoice
The Most High One is God indeed, Without our hand the world was made
Yet would not leave us in our need, But walks among us unafraid
Therefore, lift hand in earnest praise, With joyful heart rise up and sing
Mercy now marking all our days, Obedient love our offering
Come, Spirit, set our lives afire, With hopeful dreams of earth renewed
With us abide, with us conspire, For wrath’s demise, all death subdued
Nearer, my God, to Thee I cling, May grace forever mark my way
And though I face death’s final sting, I know Thy love shall ne’er betray
Though darkness threaten Love’s consent, Though feet, confounded, lose their way
Yet doth my heart rest, confident, Of Incarnation’s full display.
Tune: Old Hundredth. Reprinted from In the Land of the Willing: Litanies, Poems, Prayers, and Benedictions.
©Ken Sehested @ prayerandpolitiks.org