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A Lenten Hymn
In truth, these forty days
give voice
To love of God and good.
From desert places deep within,
Our diet, heav'nly food.
Temptations rise from
barren worlds
Within, without, around.
For selfish gain, whate'er
the cost
We live as lost not found.
Amid the darkened desert plain
The Saviour's constant plight,
The cry of hungry empty days,
The fear of lonely nights.
Today, we name our
wilderness,
Claim darkness, thirst or grief;
Our blindness to the truth
we know;
More doubts than true belief
To idol gods and lifeless ways
Our autumn lives do cling.
Lord, through these present
Lenten days
Season within new spring.
Christ meets our need as
constant friend;
Our deserts he has known.
His promise, hope amid
the pain;
His gift, the life we own.
And soon we walk from these
dark days
To places darker yet.
To crosses stark upon a hill
Where all our sins collect.
So walk these forty days
in faith;
Lord of the desert, trust.
His name, the one who
conquers death;
His people, Lazarus.
J.M.A. Wright+
Tunes: St. Botolph, Quadragesima
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