When Lazarus lay in death's cold shroud
you came, Lord Jesus, to his tomb
and called him from the prisoning grave:
he rose, restored to life and home.
God's power to save you showed to all
for those who heed your loving call.
How far we sometimes wander, Lord,
from what we know our lives should be,
where meshed in webs of need and shame,
we struggle, powerless to be free--
and crushed beneath our guilt and pain,
despair of living whole again.
Come now, O Lord, to those enchained
by self-forged bonds of death in life,
whom, sin, addiction, hate, despair
lock helpless in their pain and strife.
Lord, call them from their living grace--
teach them your power to heal and save.