God of our sunrise

God of our sunrise and light of the morning,

dawn on our worship, renew us today.

Come by your Spirit and fill with your passion,

set us on fire with the Gospel we pray.

We are your people, the Church you have chosen.

We are a gift to the weak and the strong.

We are the shape of your love for all people.

Help us to live that the world may belong.

Jesus your cross is the hope of the hopeless,

guide of the blind and the staff of the lame.

Here, as the nations are grieving and limping,

Give us compassion to live for your name.

Jesus your cross is the world’s consolation,

object of pain yet the strength of the weak.

Here, as we struggle for peace and for meaning

Jesus we ask for your courage to speak.

Jesus your cross is the birthplace of justice,

cloth for the naked, refreshment for thirst.

Here, as we seek ways to live out the Gospel,

May we repent of our need to be first.

Jesus your cross is the mystery that beckons:

drawing us close till we see face to face,

sharing your love with the world in its turmoil,

blessing with your uncontrollable grace.