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How long, 0 Lord, until you hear
the Church’s cry of pain?
Our voices fail, our strength grows weak
are all our dreams in vain?
Yet still we search for shafts of hope
for rumours of new birth,
we strain for heaven’s answer
to our anguish here on earth.
How long, 0 Church, until you learn
that death must be the sign?
How long until that call is heard
and recognised as mine?
Yet still I search for shafts of hope
for rumours of a change,
that dying to yourself prepares
for a divine exchange.
We hear, 0 Lord, that death means life
not only for the One
who risked the cross with all its shame
to show himself the Son.
Yet still we search for shafts of hope
for rumours of a sign
to help your restless people see
this mystery divine.
My children will you dare to see
beyond your sacred wall;
To risk a faith that dares to grasp
eternal life for all?
Yet still I search for shafts of hope
for rumours of a Church
that, dying to itself, can bring
my Kingdom here on earth.
Gareth Hill © GraceNotes Music
This hymn, written to reflect some of the glories of Cornwall, was used for some years at the opening service of the annual Royal Cornwall Show.
The original tune was written by Cornish musician Len Olds.
Metre 8.6.8.6.D Recommended tune:
Vox Dilecti