When our handmade temples have been thrown down,
Not a stone has been left on stone;
When the force of wrong comes to squelch the song
That is all we have ever known;
When wars abound, rumors all around,
And our hearts are bereft and numb,
Don't give in to lies, but look to the skies
For the Son of Man to come.
Refrain:
The heavenly signs that will mark the times
Are for all and not just for some;
So raise up your eyes, looking to the skies
For the Son of Man to come.
When the false one comes, saying "I am he!",
Leading millions to go astray,
Let your minds get wise to the blasphemous lies
And hold on to the narrow way.
The prophets false with their vain assaults,
They will fail, so do not succumb!
You will stand up straight as you watch and wait
For the Son of Man to come.
Refrain
When the fig tree blooms with its leaves of green
Then you know summer's almost here;
When you see these signs, hold this in your minds
That the reign of our God draws near.
Be on your guard, though the times are hard,
To injustice do not be numb;
Be alert always till the final days
When the Son of Man will come!
Refrain
TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, November 2024, after Luke 21
MUSIC: Tune STAR OF THE COUNTY DOWN, Irish melody.
For a couple of weeks I've been convinced I would never write another hymn, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. I needed to test myself, and the portion of Luke's "little apocalypse" (as opposed to Mark's) that comes along for Advent 1C somehow became the challenge that drew me out. (The tune is public domain but the arrangement from which I am working is copyright, so I'm being especially cautious here and only giving an incipit.) I don't expect for this ever to be sung, but maybe it broke the funk.
