The Lord looks down from his sanctuary
And he sees the earth broken and shamed
He’s seen the distress of the solitary
The lonely the weak and the maimed
He hears the pleas of the prisoners
No pleasure he takes from their plight
He knows of their wrongs and particulars
Whether they’re wrong or are right
Let this generation be now informed
Of his wondrous mercy and love
For no sinners plea to him will be spurned
As he looks on the earth from above
Jerusalem will bring forth praise
And his glory revealed throughout Zion
For his power will both stun and amaze
Those gathered that day to be with him.
For though we may wither like grass turned to hay
And destined for death and the grave
You laid the foundations on the first day
Your chosen, elect, to be saved
For once we were broken, wretched and in pain
You gave us new garments to wear
Your grace remains constant your years never end
In your presence some day we’ll be there.
