How does an age come so afoul
Of all that Jesus said and did,
Now bound to empire's cruel abuse
With hate and rage no longer hid?
Such acts of evil, done with joy,
Pure meanness acted out with bliss;
Do not blaspheme the Lord's name so!
There is no Christ in such as this.
How does this church, in Christ made one,
By Spirit led to God's own work,
Turn crazed and stray so far from truth -
So drunk with power and gone berserk?
How does this church defend itself
When they Christ's life and words dismiss?
This is not "faithful" anything!
There is no Christ in such as this.
How will the churches left behind,
Belittled, scorned, yet holding fast
To how Christ lived and what Christ taught,
Endure and keep faith to the last?
Let not despair derail us now,
No hopelessness drive us amiss;
This is not how the Spirit leads!
There is no Christ in such as this.
In Christ shall we withstand and stand,
Condemn the false, raise up the true,
Bind up the wounds and shelter those
On whom the hateful spit and spew.
Stand in Christ's love and Spirit's power,
In God's true grace to bear witness;
This is our work! This is our call!
Christ is revealed in such as this.
TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, February 2025.
MUSIC: Tune ST. PATRICK, Irish melody, arr. Charles Villiers Stanford, 1902.
Another hymn of sorts responding to the time in which we live and the failure of the church or some large portion of it to do the right thing.