God pitched a tent among the tribes and makes a dwelling there the people feel at home with God and earth seems strangely fair. So every tear is wiped away and death is on the run for Christ gives earth new light and warmth, shines brighter than the sun God's garden grows and plants abound that heal and soothe and feed. The hungry and the homeless find no need to beg and plead. The rule of death is set aside with power that destroys, and all the earth is filled with song, with laughter and with joys. O First and last we praise you now, for you make all things new. We praise you in the songs we sing and in the things we do.