O God, You Gave Your Servant John

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1 O Lord, you gave your servant John
a vision of the world to come:
a radiant city filled with light,
where you with us will make your home;
where neither grief nor pain shall dwell,
since former things have passed away,
and where they need no sun nor moon;
your glory lights eternal day.

2 Our cities wear great shrouds of pain;
beneath our gleaming towers of wealth
the homeless crouch in rain and snow,
the poor cry out for strength and health.
Youth’s hope is dimmed by ignorance;
unwilling, workers idled stand;
indifference walks unheeding by
as hunger stretches out its hand.

3 Come, Lord, make real John’s vision fair;
come, dwell with us, make all things new;
we try in vain to save our world
unless our help shall come from you.
Come, strengthen us to live in love;
bid hatred, greed, injustice cease.
Your glory all the light we need,
let all our cities shine forth peace.

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Author: Joy F. Patterson

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First Line: O God, you gave your servant John
Title: O God, You Gave Your Servant John
Author: Joy F. Patterson (1988, alt.)
Meter: D
Publication Date: 1996
Copyright: © 1989 Hope Publishing Company


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