How long, O Lord

How long, 0 Lord, until you hear 

the Church’s cry of pain?

Our voices fail, our strength grows weak 

are all our dreams in vain? 

Yet still we search for shafts of hope 

for rumours of new birth, 

we strain for heaven’s answer 

to our anguish here on earth.

 

How long, 0 Church, until you learn 

that death must be the sign?

How long until that call is heard 

and recognised as mine? 

Yet still I search for shafts of hope 

for rumours of a change, 

that dying to yourself prepares 

for a divine exchange.

 

We hear, 0 Lord, that death means life 

not only for the One

who risked the cross with all its shame 

to show himself the Son.

Yet still we search for shafts of hope 

for rumours of a sign

to help your restless people see 

this mystery divine.

 

My children will you dare to see 

beyond your sacred wall; 

To risk a faith that dares to grasp 

eternal life for all?

Yet still I search for shafts of hope 

for rumours of a Church 

that, dying to itself, can bring 

my Kingdom here on earth.

 

Metre: 86.86.D

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