Revival

When, at the dawn of creation,
The whole wide world was lost in sin,
He did not leave us in despair,
“Return to Me” — His cherished call within.

We can restore the fine white garments,
That once we wore in ancient times,—
The purity of Your children’s hearts.
I see the tears in Your eyes.
Forgive us, Father, please, don't cry.

Yes, You have done it all with tireless might,
Toiling and shedding Your own blood,
To embrace us, lost in the pitch-black night,
And love us anew, Your Heart so true.

We must restore the fine white garments,
That we once wore in ancient times,—
The purity of Your children’s hearts.
Light our way with Your Eternal Love,
Forgive us; we will be strong enough.

Now in our hands, strength from above is given,
To change at last, to rise, to live,
To follow where Your Spirit leads us,
And offer ourselves to You,
My Parent in Heaven. We'll achieve...

We will restore the fine white garments,
That we once wore in ancient times,—
The purity of Your children’s hearts.
Forgive us; we will try our best,
Have confidence in us —
We will do our part.

My Parent in Heaven.