Let Streams of Living Justice

Let streams of living justice
Flow down upon the earth;
Give freedom's light to captives,
Let all the poor have worth.
The hungry's hands are pleading,
The worker's claim their rights,
the mourners long for laughter,
The blinded seek for sight.
Make liberty a beacon,
Strike down the iron power,
Abolish ancient vengeance,
Proclaim your people's hour

For healing of the nations,
For peace that will not end,
For love that makes us lovers,
God grant us grace to mend.
Weave our varied gifts together,
Knit our lives as they are spun;
On your loom of time enrol us
Till our thread of life is run.
O great Weaver of our fabric,
Bind church and world in one;
Dye our texture with your radiance,
Light our colours with your sun.

Your city's built to music;
We are the stones you seek;
Your harmony is language:
We are the words you speak.
Our faith we find in service,
Our hope in other's dreams,
Our love in hand of neighbour:
our home land brightly gleams.
Inscribe our hearts with justice;
Your way - the path untried;
Your truth - the heart of stranger,
Your life - the Crucified.