O prophet rise, and gather up your mantle!
This is no time to sit in dumb despair.
O psalmist, take your instrument of music
And let the songs of Zion fill the air!
Accept the challenge of the desolation
Of human need that crieth everywhere.
What will you do, O follower of Jesus?
How can you meet injustice, hate, and greed?
Have you the weapons for the final conflict?
Have you the bread the multitude to feed?
Accept the challenge of a world expectant;
The hearts of men are waiting for your deed.
I will arise and tell the holy vision,
I take my harp in glad, triumphant mood.
Nothing is lost of love or truth or beauty.
We shall return in peace and quietude;
And in this day and hour shall men behold it,
The holy city of eternal good.
