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.
Our cities, Lord, wear 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.
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.