Canticle of the Turning

My soul cries out with a joyful shout That the God of my heart is great And my spirit sings of the Wondrous things That you bring to the ones who wait You fixed your sight on your servant's plight And my weakness you did not spurn So from east to west shall my name be blest Could the world be about to turn? My heart shall sing of the day you bring Let the fires of your justice burn Wipe away all tears for the dawn draws near And the world is about to turn! Though I am small, my God, my all, you Work great things in me And your mercy will last from the Depths Of the past to the end of the age to be Your very name puts the proud to shame And to those who would for you yearn You will show your might Put the strong to flight For the world is about to turn My heart shall sing of the day you bring Let the fires of your justice burn Wipe away all tears For the dawn draws near And the world is about to turn! From the halls of power to the fortress tower Not a stone will be left on stone Let the king beware for your Justice tears ev'ry tyrant from his throne The hungry poor shall weep no more For the food they can never ears There are tables spread, ev'ry Mouth be fed For the world is about to turn My heart shall sing of the day you bring Let the fires of your justice burn Wipe away all tears For the dawn draws near And the world is about to turn! Though the nations rage from age to age We remember Who holds us fast God's mercy must deliver us from the conqueror's crushing grasp This saving word that out forebears Heard is the promise which holds us bound 'Til the spear and rod can be Crushed by God Who is turning the world around My heart shall sing of the day you bring Let the fires of your justice burn Wipe away all tears For the dawn draws near And the world is about to turn! My heart shall sing of the day you bring Let the fires of your justice burn Wipe away all tears For the dawn draws near And the world is about to turn!