1
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.
2
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!
3
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!
4
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!