We hear, O Lord, your symphony
Of charismatic gifts
Imparted in baptism, free,
Flows from that Rock God clefts.
That Rock is Christ from whom here flows
His water and His blood;
That bloody water strikes a blow
Where Devil’s house has stood.
Our Church’s house stands on Christ’s Rock;
It never will fall down.
Christ is the Key who will unlock
His house, His moat around.
It’s through His moat we all must swim;
He swims to carry us
Across to His own home with Him,
As on Him we all trust.
At Jesus’ feet we Mary meet
‘Neath Cross, His New Life Tree;
There, all our sisters, brothers greet–
His grace to all is free.
In His own home He all us feeds
Those five loaves and two fish;
It’s His blessed food, meets all our needs,
Thanksgiving’s holy dish.
His gift to us, Himself He gives
To serve in His true Church,
For in that Church He fully lives:
At last we end our search.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 