O, Jesus,
Love Divine,
By Thy Cross and suffering sublime,
You lift the veil,
That masked this morass of Sin,
That faith may blossom
And hope enter in.
Let the Sun of Justice shine
Upon a people in decline,
That looking up from the tyranny
Of power and of things,
Your face may captivate,
And solace bring.
Pour down torrents of Thy Grace
To cleanse this dry and brutal place.
Uproot to plant anew,
A Day of peace
Like settled dew.
Then minds be bright,
And intellects sublime,
As our only glory
May be Thine.
© Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 