A cloud of witnesses around us, a thousand echoes from the past, proclaim the One who freed and found us, and leads us on, from first to last. For such a gift, let all uplift a thousand alleluias. A carnival of faiths and cultures parading through our settled praise, with jangled rhythms, songs and dances, expresses Love's expansive ways. Christ is our song. To God belong a thousand alleluias. A crowd, that clamors pain and anger, prevents us from nostalgic pride; the cries of poverty and hunger recall us to our Savior's side. There we entrust, to God most just, a thousand alleluias. A throng of future shapes and shadows, a world that may, or may not be, names us the servants and the stewards of all the Spirit longs to see. In awe we bend, and onward send a thousand alleluias. A rainbow-host of milling children, God's varied image, from all lands, awakes again our founding vision, that onward, urgently expands. Give all, give more. Let love outpour a thousand alleluias.