Be Not Afraid
The mountains and hills shake at His tread,
"Resurrection is nigh", He calls to the dead;
The moon in the heavens grows pale at His wrath,
The sun of the morn disappears from its path.
God of the universe, maker of all,
We ask for your mercy, at your feet we do fall.
The earth's stealthy riches are exposed to your sight,
Nor veiled from you are man's deeds of the night;
The beasts grow timid as they bow at your feet,
And the winds of the sea at your command retreat.
Forever Your greatness over all things,
Maker of all, our King of kings.
When mountains erupt their flames to the sky,
And Lightning's forked tongue, shouts back in reply;
When the stars in the heaven died in their place,
And the malevolent man laughed in your face.
With infinite mercy your anger grew still,
Our crucified Lord on Golgotha's hill.
Yet you forgive all, dear Father above,
And we owe all for your infinite love;
The hands pierced with nails you give for our aid,
You speak through your word to be not afraid.
You are able to comfort whenever we call,
For you there is nothing too great or too small;
Always you hear when we kneel down to pray,
Precious redeemer, help us find our way.
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