All who love and serve your city,
All
who bear its daily stress,
All
who cry for peace and justice,
All
who curse and all who bless,
2
In
your day of loss and sorrow,
In
your day of helpless strife,
Honor,
peace, and love retreating,
Seek
the Lord, who is your life.
3
For
all days are days of judgment,
And
the Lord is waiting still,
Drawing
near His friend who spurn Him,
Off’ring
peace form Calvary’s hill.
4
Risen
Lord, shall yet the city
Be
the city of despair?
Come
today, our judge, our glory;
Be
its name “The Lord is there!”