Can song we sing in land so strange
Be our Lord’s melody?
A place were fame and fortune reign
In land that thinks its free?
Where freedom from God’s moral law
Is only standard held,
With nature red in tooth and claw
Where human nature fell?
What is that melody so clear;
O’er all the earth it wafts?
It’s joy’s own song I yearn to hear
Like children when they laugh.
A heaven’s song is in earth’s air
Of our Messiah’s birth;
Eternal comes for human care,
And earth is filled with mirth.
An old, old story born again;
God enters human flesh.
It’s God’s true fairy tale for men
As earth and heaven mesh.
Can song we sing be old made new
In land without the Tao?
Where people say most new is true,
Is all that matters now?
The One who walked that Garden cool
Comes now as little child;
To make again the earth
His school, And burn the tares gone wild.
But from that burning there will rise
A New Creation born;
No longer will our Rachel cry–
We rise on Easter morn.
That song I hear is of death’s night
And Resurrection dawn–
An old, old song raised to new heights
By coming of God’s Son.
The closer heaven draws to earth
The more like home earth seems,
For earth inherits sacred worth
Reflecting heaven’s scenes.
That song we hear has changed this land,
And it is strange no more;
It’s now a place were we can stand
To step through heaven’s door.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 