God of freedom, God of justice

God of freedom, God of justice,
God whose love is strong as death,
God who saw the dark of prison,
God who knew the price of faith:
touch our world of sad oppression
with your Spirit's healing breath.

Rid the earth of torture's terror,
God whose hands were nailed to wood;
hear the cries of pain and protest,
God who shed the tears and blood;
move in us the power of pity,
restless for the common good.

Make in us a captive conscience
quick to hear, to act, to plead;
make us truly sisters, brothers,
of whatever race or creed:
teach us to be fully human,
open to each other's need.

Words: Shirley Erena Murray, alt.
Words © 1992 by Hope Publishing Co., Carol Stream, IL 60188.
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
For permission to reproduce this hymn, contact:
In all territories except New Zealand, Australia & Asia:
Hope Publishing Company, www.hopepublishing.com
In New Zealand, Australia & Asia: ShirleyErena Murray, serenam@paradise.net.nz

Music: Rhuddlan, Tredegar

Meter: 87 87 87

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