All who love and serve our city
All who bear its daily stress
All who cry for peace and justice
All who curse and all who bless
For all days are days of judgment
And the Lord is waiting still
Drawing near to those who spurn him
Offering peace from Calvary's hill
In our day of loss and sorrow
In our day of helpless strife
Honor, peace, and love retreating
Seek the Lord, who is our life
For all days are days of judgment
And the Lord is waiting still
Drawing near to those who spurn him
Offering peace from Calvary's hill
Risen Lord, oh shall Your city
Be a city of despair?
Come today, our Hope, our Glory,
May our name be, "The Lord is there!"
In our day of wealth and plenty
Wasted work and wasted play
Call to mind the word of Jesus
"Work ye yet while it is day"
For all days are days of judgment
And the Lord is waiting still,
Drawing near to those who spurn him,
Offering peace from Calvary's hill
Risen Lord, oh shall Your city
Be a city of despair?
Come today, our Hope, our Glory,
May our name be, "The Lord is there!"