O, Jesus,

Love Divine,

By Thy Cross and suffering sublime,

You lift the veil,

That masks 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 come the day,

To hearts delight

And by Thy grace

We rise to shine

And our only glory

May be Thine.

© Joann Nelander.