IF MY PEOPLE

 IF MY PEOPLE 

The hour is late, the dark is deep

The wind we sowed now is reaped

A time to sit alone appalled

Sundry weighty words recall

 Words we cite but ever shun  

Have often said but never done  

If we'd turn and seek His face

We'd find there is abundant grace 

If we'd rise, forsake our beds 

Afflict our frames and bow our heads

He'd bear His arm and show His hand

Heal our hearts and heal our land

Heaven's close and gracious still 

It's promise firm, of iron will 

 Forever will those words be true 

That oft we say but are yet to do