New wine

See how the sick need a doctor!
The children are dying for bread;
The Devil delights in his bombs and hatred
As panic and terror are spread.
The Church still debates its tradition,
Recalling the days that are dead,
When into the tumult there strides the Bridegroom
Demanding His Bride to be wed.

The trumpet sounds;
Listen to the shout!
Heaven opens wide;
Hear the angels sing!
All shall rise!
It’s the voice of victory
Raise your lamps to light
The coming King!


See how the world needs a Saviour!
The children are shrivelled and bored;
And mothers despair for their sons and daughters
As claims of the Christ are ignored.
But these are the days of new wineskins;
We watch as new wine is outpoured,
And see in the stretching out hands of Jesus
The joy of the world is restored.

The trumpet sounds;
Listen to the shout!
Heaven opens wide;
Hear the angels sing!
All shall rise!
It’s the voice of victory
Raise your lamps to light
The coming King