God of the world's great cities with all their soaring towers as commerce builds its empires and multiplies its powers: This is the earth that Jesus trod; do not abandon us, O God! God of the crushed and broken whose burdens Jesus bore, in park and street and subway you seek the helpless poor: still come to find them, and to save, whose city is their lifelong grave. God of the friends and neighbors whose pleasures Jesus knew, whose births and deaths and weddings bring tangled thoughts of you: in you they live and grow and more: O let them taste your total love! God of the proud and mighty, when crime of folly rules remove earth's vicious tyrants, restrain its godless fools: grant those you keep in their high place to love your truth, and know your grace. God of the struggling remnant baptized to bear that name which at the end of all things shall stand alone, supreme: O help your church, by your strong hand, confessing Christ, in Christ to stand. God of dawning kingdom, while human wealth decays you build a different city of pure and lasting praise: here let your people live, O Lord, in Christ refashioned and restored.