God's glory speaks across the universe.
The great King's herald cries from star to star:
With pow'r, with justice, Christ will be the way.
The Lord has said: "Receive my messenger,
My promise to the world, my pledge made flesh,
A lamp to ev'ry nation, light from light:
With pow'r, with justice, Christ will be the way.
The broken reed he will not trample down,
Nor set his heel upon the dying flame,
He binds the wounds, and health is in his hand:
With pow'r, with justice, Christ will be the way.
Anointed with the Spirit and with power,
He comes to crown with comfort all the weak,
To show the face of justice to the poor:
With pow'r, with justice, Christ will be the way.
His touch will bless the eyes that darkness held,
The lame shall run, the halting tongue shall sing,
And pris'ners laugh in light and liberty:
With pow'r, with justice, Christ will be the way.
Text: Luke Connaughton
Tune: Woodlands; Walter Greatorex