Our Cities Cry to You, O God

Our ci­ties cry to you

O God

From out their pain and strife;

You made us for Your­self alone

But we choose ali­en life.

Our goals are plea­sure

gold

and pow­er;

Injustice stalks our earth;

In vain we seek for rest

for joy

For sense of hu­man worth.

Yet still You walk our streets

O Christ!

We know Your pre­sence here

Where hum­ble Christ­ians love and serve

In god­ly grace and fear.

O Word made flesh

be seen in us!

May all we say and do

Affirm You God in­car­nate still

And turn sad hearts to You!

Your people are Your hands and feet

To serve Your world to­day;

Our lives

the book our ci­ties read

To help them find your way.

O pour Your sov­er­eign Spir­it out

On heart and will and brain:

Inspire Your church with love and pow­er

To ease our ci­ties’ pain!

O heal­ing Sav­ior

Prince of Peace

Salvation’s source and sum

For You our brok­en ci­ties cry—

O come

Lord Je­sus

come!

With truth Your roy­al dia­dem

With right­eous­ness Your rod

O come

Lord Je­sus

bring to earth

The ci­ty of our God!