You called, and we replied,

And to the lush of comfort died,

To go and live with them.

You beckoned, so we came,

To live among the poor and lame.

In land of plenty, unrefined.

We led them forth into the depths,

Of love, by short and simple steps —

They acquiesced.

You laboured deep within the earth,

Of hearts, to give that second birth

And sprouted forth.

Then darkness fell and you were gone,

And never-more did rise the dawn

Of joy across the land.

We lived with fear and soon did come

The menace of the southern drum.

It broke us down.

We fled the wrath of hate untamed

And clung to your embrace renamed

Inscrutable.

But when we learned your will again,

Inflamed for love we soon became,

And sought our foe.

It cut us down and in our fall,

We heard the sweet, enduring call:

To die, and so to live.

Then let our blood spilt on this land,

Add to the waters near at hand,

Of grace, outpoured.