Stanza 1:
nMy soul cries out with a joyful shout
nthat the God of my heart is great,
nAnd my spirit sings of the wondrous things
nthat you bring to the one who waits.
nYou fixed your sight on the servant’s plight,
nand my weakness you did not spurn,
nSo from east to west shall my name be blest.
nCould the world be about to turn?
n
nRefrain:
nMy heart shall sing of the day you bring.
nLet the fires of your justice burn.
nWipe away all tears,
nFor the dawn draws near,
nAnd the world is about to turn.
n
nStanza 2:
nThough I am small, my God, my all,
nyou work great things in me.
nAnd your mercy will last from the depths of the past
nto the end of the age to be.
nYour very name puts the proud to shame,
nand those who would for you yearn,
nYou will show your might, put the strong to flight,
nfor the world is about to turn.
n
nRefrain:
nMy heart shall sing of the day you bring.
nLet the fires of your justice burn.
nWipe away all tears,
nFor the dawn draws near,
nAnd the world is about to turn.
n
nStanza 3:
nFrom the halls of power to the fortress tower,
nnot a stone will be left on stone.
nLet the king beware for your justice tears
nevery tyrant from his throne.
nThe hungry poor shall weep no more,
nfor the food they can never earn;
nThese are tables spread, ev’ry mouth be fed,
nfor the world is about to turn.
n
nRefrain:
nMy heart shall sing of the day you bring.
nLet the fires of your justice burn.
nWipe away all tears,
nFor the dawn draws near,
nAnd the world is about to turn.
n
nStanza 4:
nThough the nations rage from age to age,
nwe remember who holds us fast:
nGod’s mercy must deliver us
nfrom the conqueror’s crushing grasp.
nThis saving word that our forbears heard
nis the promise that holds us bound,
n’Til the spear and rod be crushed by God,
nwho is turning the world around.
n
nRefrain:
nMy heart shall sing of the day you bring.
nLet the fires of your justice burn.
nWipe away all tears,
nFor the dawn draws near,
nAnd the world is about to turn.
n
nRory Cooneyn