1 God of freedom, God of justice,
you whose love is strong as death,
you who saw the dark of prison,
you who new the price of faith–
touch our world of sad oppression
with your Spirit's healing breath.
2 Rid the earth of torture's terror,
you whose hands were nailed to wood;
hear the cries of pain and protest,
you who shed the tears and blood–
move in us the power of pity
restless for the common good.
3 Make in us a captive conscience
quick to hear, to act, to plead;
make us truly sisters, brothers
of whatever race or creed–
teach us to be fully human,
open to each other's need.
