'It's Jesus we want,' requested the Greeks. And so, Lord, today, it's you whom we seek. We know you are near, before and behind; by you, only you, creation is signed; by you, only you, creation is signed. Sometimes in the streets of hurry and haste, we happen to catch the light of your face; a cry and a shout from deepest despair. We stop and we know: it's you whom we hear; we stop and we know: it's you whom we hear. We know that you live in jungle and wood with those who are bent on freedom's pursuit. You take to the hills, their brother and friend, till earth is again a home for mankind; till earth is again a home for mankind. Rejected by people, nailed to a cross, you die but you rise, forever with us. You, light of the age and formative word, let freedom spring up and blossom on earth! Let freedom spring up and blossom on earth!