How are we to sing our songs to you
when around us lies a world in pain,
when the threat of terror looms so near
and the pace of life brings endless strain?
(Men) How are we to sing our songs to you?
(Women) How are we to sing our songs to you?
(All) How are we to sing our songs to you?
Is this all that we can hope to do?
We will sing our songs, the songs that cry
of a world that aches to understand:
of the strife-torn home, the lonely child,
the untimely death, the ravaged land;
(Men) we will sing our songs, and so express
(Women) we will sing our songs, and so express
(All) we will sing our songs, and so express
a lament for this world's brokenness.
We will sing our songs, for in those songs
we can feel the echoes of your care,
for the words tell how you walked this earth
and your death reached deeper than despair:
(Men) at the crux of history, you stepped in
(Women) at the crux of history, you stepped in
(All) at the crux of history, you stepped in
to destroy in full the scourge of sin.
How can we not sing our songs to you?
When disaster strikes, you keep control;
and you bind the searing wounds of grief
with the hope of worlds new-made and whole:
(Men) we will trust you, praise you, come what may;
(Women) we will trust you, praise you, come what may;
(All) we will trust you, praise you, come what may;
we will sing our songs to you today.