Lord God, when we complain: 'Your Kingdom tarries long, The gods of darkness reign, And there's no end to wrong'- Show us how many serve you still And daily seek to do your will. How many a saint contrives, Against all odds, to give Fresh hope to broken lives And makes the gospel live! God bids our doubting minds look up And welcome every sign of hope. How many a life is spent In righting human wrongs! Divine their discontent Who turn our sighs to songs And taking courage in their hands Show us the way to promised lands. With all who would be free We bind ourselves to work For that one world we see Emerging from the dark, Till every human right is won, And all Christ died to do is done.